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About Turku

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hookup, not the Tinder kind, nah, the *paid* kind. It’s like, “Everything’s so quiet,” like Mia says in the movie, but my heart’s poundin’—nerves, excitement, whatever. I’m mad curious, right? Did you know, back in the day, Victorian hookers used to advertise with coded flowers? Like, a red rose meant “I’m down”—wild, huh? Bet they didn’t have that on *Fish Tank*’s council estate.

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

I’ve even got personal tidbits – like, once, when a freak thunderstorm hit, I nearly closed shop 'cause the spa was practically flooded. I remember yellin’ “This is just like that bleak, endless night in the movie, where every drop felt like a lifetime!” And my neighbor, Miss Lehtonen from Silkkitie (yeah, that street with the quirky name), burst out laughing from her window. Classic her!