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About Espoo

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

The Whore Inside Me (Clicks Remix)

On a main highway in India's state of Madhya Pradesh, she's being sold for sex for 5, rupees. That’s $ She’s part of a hidden and illegal trade exploiting young girls. Prostitutes in India.

Hmmm, then there's the artsy neighborhood called Risuklaani. Its streets, like Väärinkuja, are narrow and twisty. Like a maze, ya know? Some places, like the little park, Himmeli Park, make me feel calm – until I remember every awkward moment I've had in my office when folks talk dirty and I just have to nod like, “uh huh, interesting.” Ha, sorry, living with sexology ain't always glam.