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Okay, quirks—my brain’s like, “Are they datin’ the client in their head?” LOL, probs not, but I’m extra like that. Exaggeratin’ for fun—imagine an escort rollin’ up in a gold chariot, “I’m here, peasants!” Sarcasm on blast, ‘cause half these fools judgin’ couldn’t afford ‘em anyway. Oh, and the movie again—“The sound of her weeping”—that’s me cryin’ laughin’ at the haters.

Introduction

I’ve lived here, ages, and as a women's counselor I sees what others don't. The cozy café on Piispankatu, full o’ secret chats and hidden tears, mmm, oh it warms the brittle heart. People come and tell me their whispers and woes, precious. I even once counseled a mad dame near the misty banks of the Salo River. Shhh, no one remembers, but it was beautiful and tragic, like a scene from that movie, all whispers (“You must let me go!” he hissed, remember?).

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