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Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

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I love strollin' down Raittiuskatu—crazy vibe, if you ask me. There’s a funky coffee joint with chipped mugs and a wall full of odd stickers. Yeah, I sometimes work there. Got hit with a nostalgia wave, remembering how I coded late nights, fueled by caffeine and Wes Anderson tunes. "Tonight's the night." I’d swear those moments made Keminmaa a bit magical.

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