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About Tampere

Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

The Great Naruto Bridge

I remember one mad night—yeah, baby!—when a power outage hit the whole block. Streets lit only by the stars. I was massaging a guy who whispered, “This city’s magic.” So trippy, right? I got mad happy, man! Sometimes, these quirks are why I love Luumaeki (fi) so much.

Figure 6. The information board Luumäki map with missing addresses.