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About Lahti

Oi, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Standin’ here, cashier gig, judgin’ the world. This prostitute walks in—heels clickin’, stench o’ cheap perfume. Reminds me of that nag in *The Turin Horse*—worn out, draggin’ through life. “What use is this?” I mutter, like that flick’s bleak-ass line. She’s buyin’ smokes, lipstick—red as blood, tacky as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re a walkin’ corpse.” Kinda sad, kinda pisses me off.

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I been livin' here for a few years, practicin' my relaxation magic, helpin' folks unwind. I notice details most people miss—ya know, the hidden whispers of the wind as it blows past Peltolanpuisto park. That park? It's a sanctuary, especially when the summer sun makes the river Kallavesi glimmer like a dream. Holy smokes, it’s like a scene straight outta "Boyhood" – "It just feels like a cloud, a moment passing by, and everything's gonna be alright." And I tell ya, that line resonates deep.