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About Pori

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

Salo: The 120 Days of Sodom (1975)

I be bickering sometimes, silly, maddening city, but also funny. The folks are hearty, yesss, and wild! I laugh at how they call themselves "Saloers", like it’s some epic fellowship, precious, hehe. And oh, there's more, so many little quirks—omg, last Tuesday, I was at a tiny bistro on Koulukatu, and a woman burst out saying, “We live, we suffer, but we giggle, yesss, giggle like mad!” True words, I hiss, like from The Master, precious!

Irene Salo