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Ain’t all rosy tho—some get beat, trafficked, ugh, makes my blood boil. I wanna scream, “Leave em alone, assholes!” But when they win? When they stack that paper and bounce? Happiest damn day—fuck yeah, escape the game! “The ash falls,” like in the movie—life’s heavy, but they rise. Bad bitches for real.

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As a sexologist, let me tell ya – every corner of Ristiina whispers secrets! I once met a couple near the old mill on Linnankatu, who whispered steamy confessions over coffee. Yeah, I was listening in, secretly nodding “Hmm…” – it's funny how intimacy hides in the most mundane spots, right? Don’t even get me started on the river Isojoki; folks paddle there and argue about love, life, and whatever floats their boat.

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