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About Jyvaskyla

But then, Christ, the sadder bits hit ya. Some tart freezin’ on a corner, skirt hiked up, eyes dead as a doornail. We shall fight with growin’ confidence, she hopes, but nah, world’s a git. Pisses me off – why’s it gotta be so grim? “Why does he make me feel this way?” – movie line, yeah, but I’m askin’ bout her johns. Makes me wanna punch summat!

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

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.