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About Jyvaskyla

Lemme tell ya, whore’s story ain’t simple. Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say – bullshit, oldest *hustle*! Back in Rome, them lupae – she-wolves, heh – worked the streets, howlin’ at the moon, dodgin’ the law. Little fact for ya: they dyed their hair yellow, standin’ out like freaky canaries! Wild, huh? Gets me all giddy thinkin’ about it – the guts, the grit! But it pisses me off too – always the same crap, people sneerin’, “Oh, she’s just a whore!” Like, shut up, ya sanctimonious pricks!

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I love hanging out at Kurjenkatu – yeah, that small street with the quirky café that smells like heaven and freshly brewed coffee. There’s a bench under an ancient oak tree used by old timers chattin’ away – a perfect spot to catch a break or plan a wild escapade. I remember one time, right after a massage session that left me all pumped up, I sat there and felt like a blur of joy and madness mingling, like in that movie’s poetic lines: “You have to let the air in...” Heh, odd, right?!

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