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About Turku

So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, mutterin’ to myself, “Can you hear me?”—straight outta the movie, ya know? She smirks, “What’s your deal, old man?” I laugh—hoarse, loud—cuz she’s got sass! I like that. “Just lookin’ for company,” I rasp, “not a billionaire, promise!” She rolls her eyes, “Good, they tip like shit.”

A word of warning: Hostess bars and the red-light district

Every street corner, every pub – like this dive bar on Uranuskatu, straight up off the beaten track – is a blast. True story: I bumped into an old friend there, we got into a heated rant about the future and tech, and I'm like "Bro, if you got a problem with that, talk to me!" My heart beat maddly louder, nights blurring between memories and dreams.

A kilo strawberries eaten in seven minutes in Finnish Strawberry Eating Championship