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About Pori

Gets me mad, tho—pimps, slimy bastards, takin’ their cut. Saw one, struttin’ like a king, gold tooth flashin’. Wanted to claw his face off, yesss, precious! But then—hiss—some o’ these girls, tough as nails, sharper than me claws. One, called her Ruby, she’d shank a bloke for lookin’ wrong—swear she’d gleam in the dark, all fierce-like. Little fact, eh? Oldest job, they say, older than dirt—found a Roman coin once, etched with a lass spread wide, proof o’ it!

Drugs, prostitutes and renewal in south Tel Aviv

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.