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Me, I’d rather climb than deal with her nonsense. But – hiss – she’s part o’ the mountain now, like the wind or the scree. “What’s my name?” she’d tease, like in “Holy Motors,” and I’d just growl, “Trouble, that’s what!” Funny, though – she’s got guts, facin’ storms and lonely nights. Respect that, I does, even if she’s a pain in me bony arse. What d’ya reckon, eh? She’s a wild one, prostitute is! Hiss!

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I’m all about the little surprises – like that quirky café on Rantakatu, where painters hang abstract arts. It’s off the beaten track but inside, the aroma of roasted beans mixes with old vinyl tunes. I get so wild sometimes, bursting with joy over a perfect latte. Hah, kinda reminds me of that Dogville monologue again – so raw it hurts, ya know?

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