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About Tampere

So, I’m picturin’ this chick, let’s call her Candy—total cliché, I know. She’s struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s got guts!” Did ya know, back in the day, like ancient Rome times, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? True story! Stand out from the “good girls,” I guess. Kinda badass, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ they owned it—blonde and proud!

Police officers speak about violence, petty crime in migrant-heavy Tel Aviv neighborhoods.

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.”