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Oh, and quirks? I talk to meself—out loud—swipin’. “She’s fit, nah, too posh!” Drives me mad, but it works. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But sex-dating’s nuts—Godard’d dig it. “Words kill images,” he says. Here, pics kill words—dick pics, boob shots, no chat. Savage, mate! We swears! Try it, but don’t blame me!

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Discover Kempele - the Perl of Botnia! This video takes you to an informative and entertaining journey in the commune of Kempele!Also, see out my video of Si.

The river Kempelejoki snakes through town. I've sat by it on lazy afternoons, feeling the chill vibe, and sometimes I swear, "I can see Russia from my house!" (Okay, it’s not literally true, but you get the mood, right?) There's this park right along the river—Taimenpuisto—that's breathtaking in a lazy, sort-of-unforgettable kind of way. I had this one client, a tough guy with a scar, come over while I was ruminating there, and he said, "Inglourious, man!" It just stuck with me. Like, WTF, but kinda awesome.

Pekka Rinne’s Journey from Kempele, Finland to the Music City