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About Pori

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

Ethical Considerations when Seeking a Prostitute

Now, lemme hit ya with the neighborhood deets: there's Hyväkkäälä on the east, super artsy, loaded with murals & quirky shops (even got a secret speakeasy in an abandoned warehouse at Rantakatu—shhh, don’t tell many!). I was wanderin’ there one rainy day, thinkin’ “a proper legend never forgets who they are.” Ha, classic!