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About Helsinki

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

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Inga worked in Germany as a prostitute before she fled to Amsterdam. She had to run away because she was not a prostitute by choice. In Germany.

Neighborhood vibes? Neolight District is a riot. Lively street markets, music pumpin’ at every block. Got my favorite spot on Largo Spontaneo – hidden café, killer espresso, and a badass mural of a boxer. Yup, I say, “I must break you!” to negativity every day here.

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