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About Tampere

So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Also, dig this – there’s this tucked away lil’ hidden cafe on Mercatorintie. Quality coffee, sphynx-like atmosphere, and the best cinnamon buns ever (hell, they might just be magical, yo). I always crash there after my shifts, musing ‘bout life’s absurdity and cosmic destiny, droppin’ secret, half-hyped quotes like “the simplicity of existence meets the complexity of time.”

Espoo Athlete of the Year is floorball player Justus Kainulainen