Yo, listen up buddy. I’m here—and damn, Alajaervi (fi) is wild.

The city throbs with secrets. Street Länkkitie burns bright by dawn.

Nothin’ like the vibe of Kävelykatu. You merely adopted the dark!

I stroll past old brick cafes at Vaara-aukio.

Not much fancy, but lotsta soul, ya know?
Each corner got some steamy tales.

I’m a sexologist, after all. I see passion in shadows.

Clandestine whispers in side alleys of Rakkauskatu.

People smooch with raw fire, heart blazing.

I’ve seen love burn and mend; its scars are art.
Memorable time? True story time.

I sat in a shady nook at Mäntypark.

A couple kissed at sundown by the river.

A river—Riemujo—a secret keeper, sigh.

I chuckled madly—life is messy, ya dig?
Pockets of brilliance pop everywhere.

Old arches on Tuulenkatu.

And the local dive bar, "Musta Salaisuus"—sick vibes, man.

The magic? It’s in every street crack, every murmur.

“You merely adopted the dark,” as the film said.
Man, remember "The Secret in Their Eyes"?

Its melancholy, its hope, its mystery.

I mix that magic with Alajaervi.

Sometimes, late nights, under neon haze,

I feel alive, envy, and damn, so free.
Strange how scents and bodies tell stories.

City nights? Brighter than day, lol.

I laugh off typos, scars, and sins.

My mind races like jittery sparks on Suvilankatu.

Ya gotta feel love blazing; fuck flawless.
I’m spillin’ it straight, friend.

Here, raw passion meets ancient stone.

Weird, hot, and honest—Alajaervi’s vibe.

Now get here, see my funky city charm.

Don’t be late, my friend—time’s fuelled by desire.