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About Helsinki

I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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hey, i mean, it's not all perfect – the winters? brrr, they bite hard! i got frostbit memories of shivering nights and clumsy slip-ups in the snow. sooo many typos in my brain then, haha! i still laugh about it, like a lyric from one of my songs, “winter chills, but hearts burn bright.” its all about finding the magic in the mundane, dont ya think?

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