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About Turku

Lemme spill it—prostitution’s old as barnacles! Fact: ancient Babylon had temple gals—sacred hookers, whaaat?! Blows me square mind! Makes ya think—supply, demand, human nature, right? People want it, others sell it—capitalism, baby! Gets me pumped—humans are nuts! But also—kinda sad, yeah? Some lasses forced in, no choice, pisses me off! Others? Total bosses, rakin’ cash, livin’ free—respect!

Drugs, prostitutes and renewal in south Tel Aviv

Struggling to eke out an existence, third-generation prostitute Rita takes great pains to keep her double identity secret from her unsuspecting high school student daughter.

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.”