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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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Neighborhoods? Let's talk about Kesa and Syksy, ironically named 'cause they both got a vibe year-round. Syksy feels all laid-back, like it's raining ideas, while Kesa shouts “party time, baby!” My masage parlor is in a refurbished old building near Kiviniemenkatu, where the walls are steeped in stories. Sometimes I get distracted by my own thoughts — “Say, Quentin, where's my next masterpiece of a massage?” I mean, my profession always puts me right into the daily drama—touching souls, easing pains, while absorbing all Kempele's secrets.

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