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But yo, the clowns on here? Dudes lyin’ bout height—bro, you 5’2”, chill! Chicks ghostin’ after three texts—coward shit, like Ford shootin’ Jesse in the back. “Ain’t no honor in that,” I mutter, sippin’ my drink. Surprised me once, this girl said she into tree bark—forester shit, I’m like, “Marry me now!” Nah, didn’t work, she unmatched, ha! Sex-dating’s a jungle, bruh—half these folks catfishin’, other half tryna flex. I’m like, “I’m Kanye, I don’t need no filter!”

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In order to better understand the process of producing toponymy-as-commodity, we must delve more deeply into the interrelations of naming, property.

My fav quirky moment? One random Tuesday, I was strolling by the mouth of the Vuosaari River—ok, it's actually more of a small stream but sound me out—and I overheard two grandmas giggling at some absurd conspiracy theory. I burst out laughing, thinking, “The lives of others are indeed the lives of others.” That irreverent chaos? It’s everything, man.

Finland’s longest railway tunnel is under construction