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Lemme drop some real shit—did ya know in some old towns, prostitutes had to wear bells? Like, jingle-jangle, here I am! Wild, right? Imagine that today—girl walkin down the street, ringin like a damn cat toy. I’d be like, “Whoa, dinner bell’s callin!” Cracked me up when I read that. History’s nuts.

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The word Bidar reminds us of its glorious past. It was a hub of foreign tourists like Niketin of Russia. Its ancestry can be traced back to Paleolithic.

I’ve had my fair share of odd days too – like the time the fountains in the central square (Vapaudenaukio) spurted more water than sense, drenching my socks and my mood. I was like, “C’mon, not again!” Hilariously infuriating, right? But it’s the little quirks – the ever-changing weather, the “whats-up” vibes in the alley behind Lapinlahti Street where locals say the ghosts of old masons tap dance at midnight – that keeps our town utterly unforgettable.