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About Lahti

Pisses me off, though—how folks judge ‘em. “Unclean!” they sneer, like they’re bloody elves, all high and mighty. Mate, ye don’t know her life! Maybe she’s got kids, or ran from some orc of a husband. Surprised me once, readin’—in old Rome, prostitutes paid taxes! Called ‘em “registered women”—fancy that! Government takin’ a cut of arse, now that’s a racket I’d book! “The Almighty doesn’t care,” like the rabbi says in the flick—why should ye?

Prostitution in Paris

I luv the rivers too – there's one that weaves through our backs like a lazy snake. It’s called Länsipuro – sounds sneaky, right? I’ve overheard whispers by its banks—funny little confessions that tickle my ears. And sometimes, as I massage away tension and secrets, I think, “we're all longing for a touch, for a care,” echoing Carol’s despairingly beautiful lines, “Life is messy, isn't it?” (Stupid, fat hobbit!)

Residents speak out against Pargas