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About Turku

Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with *A Separation* – that flick’s got drama thicker than oil in a sexual-massage parlor. Like when Nader says, “I can’t live with this constant doubt,” I feel that! Sexual-massage is a total head-trip – you’re lyin’ there, half-naked, wonderin’ if it’s legit or if ya just paid for a happy endin’. It’s messy, chaotic, like that movie’s divorce fight, but damn, it hooks ya! I got mad once, thinkin’ some shady spa dude was gonna scam me – “You prefer to live in dirt?” I’d scream, quotin’ Simin, ready to throw hands. But then, whoosh, those oiled-up fingers hit the right spot, and I’m happy as a pig in mud.

Butterfly Spa

Man, this town got major quirks. There's this weird lookin' park called Kiipeli Puisto. I often stroll there after a session. It's super trankily eerie, reminds me of some warzone calm, like in "The Hurt Locker", when stuff gets intense then calm – kaboom! I mean, holy crap, it's all about tension and release, ya know? It makes my work so rad.

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