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About Turku

Sarcasm? Pfft, “classy establishment,” my arse—sticky floors an’ all! Still, it’s alive, pulsing, bonkers—like me flailin’ bout, snortin’ at the madness. “I play roles,” I whisper, *Holy Motors* style, but really, just a Nose, sniffin’ out the weird. Wotcha think, pal? Fancy a peek? Don’t trip on the way in—heh!

Litmanen’s human rights issue

The neighborhoods? Oh boy. I love cruising through the ragged alleys of Vanha Kalevala, where old brick houses, some with graffiti that spells dreams you can’t ignore, remind you that every stone tells a story. I swear, while walkin’ on Lähdepolku, I bumped into an old drunk reciting lines from "A Prophet", repeating: "Motherf***er, you better wake up!" Like, seriously, that hit me hard and made me chuckle in spite of the chaos.

Here is the fourth song of UMK25