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About Lahti

Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

What are Red Light Areas?

And there’s this one park, Sateenkaari, where I once sat till midnight, losin’ track of time. I was thinkin’, “What if love is just like this park, unpredictable and wild?” I laughed like a nut, maybe too loud.

Figure 1: Extrusion process of WPC at LUT Ruokolahti