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So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

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The city’s kinda small, but every cobblestone has a story. I walk by the old Kronoby Church on Merenkatu, whoa – that brick face tells you somethin’ if you listen closely. I often joke with my clients, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming", like in that bloody Finding Nemo, ’cause that’s the motto around here – except when dealing with a cantankerous local, then it’s more like “Nah, mate, go away!”

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