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About Lahti

So picture this, right—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Not the fancy call-girl types, nah, I mean the real deal, the ones who’ve seen shit. Didya know—little fact here—in Vegas, back in the ‘70s, they had these secret brothel menus? Like orderin’ a burger, but with handcuffs! Wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some dude’s like, “Gimme the special, extra sauce!” Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this chick—legs for days—catches my eye. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as hell. “What’s your time worth?” I ask, slow, curious-like. She smirks, “More than your watch, pops.”

Go on an imaginary school trip guided by the collections of Oulu Art Museum.

Every corner of PPudasjaervi hums a unique song. I mean, it’s wild, bittersweet, and always unpredictable. Even in my sleepy afternoons at the spa, when inviting patrons with gentle “aah” vibes, I feel that nagging echo, “life is a spiral, time a slow waltz…”. And I’m like, heck, yeah, that’s us here!