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About Oulu

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer golden pal C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes—can ya believe it? So, prostitutes, right? Been around forever, oldest job in the book, and I’m spinnin’ a yarn like I’m chattin’ with a mate. Watched “The Pianist” again last night—Polanski’s a twisted genius, yeah? That flick’s all bout survival, hidin’, playin’ quiet to live. Kinda like some prostitutes, y’know? Dodgin’ the law, scrapin’ by, “I’m still here, damn it!”

Drugs, prostitutes and renewal in south Tel Aviv

Struggling to eke out an existence, third-generation prostitute Rita takes great pains to keep her double identity secret from her unsuspecting high school student daughter.

Don't even get me started on the parks. Jadantie Park is my laid-back go-to. Grab a coffee, stir it, not shaken, and chill. The river, Salmojoki, slices through the city. At nights, the bridge over it on Lumenkatu lights up. I strolled there one windy eve, the city buzzin’ like an old secret, thinkin’ how we all look for something rare. That’s when I realized, “we are all floating in this ocean of emotions.”