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About Tampere

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m yer Combine Harvester, but call me Hannibal, alright? Sexual-massage, huh? Oh, I got thoghts, juicy ones! Picture this—hands slippin’ over skin, oil drippin’ like tears in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—that’s what it feels like, ya know? That rush, that power! I saw this chick once, right, in some shady parlor—tiny lil’ thing, hands like a goddamn vice. She kneaded this guy’s back, and I swear, he moaned like Tyrone losin’ his stash. Made me laugh, fuckin’ hilarious!

TANTRA & WELLNESS

Imatra, oh boy, is not your typical city. Picture the mighty Imatrankoski rapids crashing fiercely near the city centre. Yeah, that's the place. I wander by the banks, feeling the intensity of nature and my own passions intertwined. There's a quaint cafe on Kyläntori street. I swear, every time I pass by, I hear a whisper, "I am your father."

Help save the Church of The Three Crosses by Alvar Aalto in Imatra, Finland