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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, insurance investigator extraordinaire, and I’ve seen some wild shit in my day, but this "find a prostitute" case? Mithrandir’s beard, it’s a bloody mess! Picture this: I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *A Separation*—y’know, that Persian gem where everythin’s fallin’ apart, secrets spillin’ like orc blood at Helm’s Deep. “We all lie to ourselves,” that movie says, and damn if it ain’t true here!

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The Blooming Sakura was a brothel that stayed operational from nine in the morning to six the next morning, a clear twenty two hours, and it was.

Gotta drop some fun small facts: The side street Bopster Road has an odd little café that makes the meanest espresso—you haven’t lived until you taste it, man! And whoops, let me tell ya, there’s this curiouser alley near the Old Theatre, where locals say ghost jazz still fills the night. Insane, right? yada yada, words left swirling around like a groovy record.

Figure 6. The information board Luumäki map with missing addresses.