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About Pori

I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

Hannu Kaakko: Backpack Company, 1989

It was shipped to Northern Ireland. The buyer was a musician who was travelling a lot to America, so I don't know where it's registered now.

First off, there’s this street, uh, Järvenkatu – real central, with old brick stores and these teasin’ little cafes. I used to walk there, ya know, always nodding at familiar faces ’n sometimes apologizing to my head for rumbles like "the sun, so endless, it burns". Haha! I swear I get those Turin Horse vibes, hmm… "time flowing like flawed memories…", ya know what I mean?