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About Espoo

What gets me ragin? The stink. Gods, the stench of em—sweat, ale, shame all mixed up. Saw one once, bold as brass, tits out, hagglin with some merchant. Nearly spat my drink—surprised me she had the stones to barter! But happy? Hah, never. They’re a jest, a sad little game. “I choose violence” over pityin em—let em rot, I say. Oh, and get this—heard some brothel in Lys trains em to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, pathetic!

Drugs, prostitutes and renewal in south Tel Aviv

In the Greek Media, the euphemism of a prostitute is «ιερόδουλη» /ie'roðuli/ (fem. nom. sing.) and «ιερόδουλες» /ie'roðules/ in plural.

Man, the city is a mix of sleek glass towers and old brick facades. I can't get enough of the quirky cafes scattered around the cobblestone lanes of Keskusta. The dating app biz kinda sharpened my eye. I see details others just pass by. Like, check out the inner courtyard of Arvokatu, where street art splashed over old walls whispers secrets of underground gigs. Crazy, huh? "It is all so beautiful... and terrifying," a line straight outta Melancholia – fits the mood here perfectly.