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Oi mate, so I’m a sailor, aye? Been sailin’ round, waves crashin’, salty air—bloody brilliant! But ports, oh ports, they’re wild, innit? Findin’ a prostitute—hah! Tricky business, that. *trips over imaginary rope, mumbles* Oopsie daisy! Right, so, I dock in this grubby town, yeah? Smells like fish an’ trouble. Me, Mr. Bean, thinkin’—ooh, adventure! Like *City of God*, ya know? “Knockout Ned don’t mess about!”—but me? I mess EVERYTHING up!

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Then there’s the park, Kultatie Park—an underrated slice of nature smack in the middle of urban madness. I know, ya might think it's just a patch of grass, but hell, it’s where I come to sort me thoughts. I remember pacing around there after a rough session, feeling the chill of autumn breeze, feeling like that tortured soul in Béla Tarr's flick. I muttered, “This is just a dark mirror of existence!” Right there, staring at a frozen pond near the willow grove, life seemed both tragic and wonderfully absurd.

Riihimäki was successful in comparing the vitality of cities