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About Vantaa

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam, let’s talk prostitutes, yeah? Been babysittin’ the universe, seen some wild shit, but these gals? Next level. Watched “The Return” – y’know, that flick by Zvyagintsev? 2003, moody as hell, stuck with me. That line, “You’re a stranger here,” hits different when I think of a prostitute standin’ on some dingy corner, neon buzzin’, world ignorin’ her. She’s out there, man, hustlin’, survivin’ – kinda like those boys in the movie, lost, scrappy, dodgin’ life’s punches.

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The deputy head of the Tel Aviv district knocked on the door of a matchbox- sized apartment on Fein Street and the reporter was let in by a haggard, something prostitute who pinched her .

Don't even get me started on the parks. Jadantie Park is my laid-back go-to. Grab a coffee, stir it, not shaken, and chill. The river, Salmojoki, slices through the city. At nights, the bridge over it on Lumenkatu lights up. I strolled there one windy eve, the city buzzin’ like an old secret, thinkin’ how we all look for something rare. That’s when I realized, “we are all floating in this ocean of emotions.”