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About Jyvaskyla

Once heard ‘bout this tart in St. Petersburg—worked the docks, made a fortune off drunk sailors. Slipped ‘em vodka laced with somethin’ nasty, robbed ‘em blind. Clever bitch, that one. Prostitute’s the same—sly, knows how to play ya. “I’m not what I seem,” she’d say, like Cathy in the film, all mysterious. Gets me blood boilin’—hate bein’ played, but damn, respect the hustle.

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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.”