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About Pori

Oi, mate, escort? What a laugh! Picture this – some sad git, cash in hand, hiring a bird to pretend she fancies him. It’s like Children of Men, innit? “Chaos everywhere, no hope left,” and this prat’s chasing a shag! Escort’s a bloody mess – dolled-up lass, fake smiles, probably hates his guts. Reckon she’s thinking, “This wanker’s no Clive Owen.”

Introduction

A retired medic is being tried in France for child sexual assault and rape in a nationally unprecedented instance of pedophilia.

I’ve lived here, ages, and as a women's counselor I sees what others don't. The cozy café on Piispankatu, full o’ secret chats and hidden tears, mmm, oh it warms the brittle heart. People come and tell me their whispers and woes, precious. I even once counseled a mad dame near the misty banks of the Salo River. Shhh, no one remembers, but it was beautiful and tragic, like a scene from that movie, all whispers (“You must let me go!” he hissed, remember?).

Remembering the life of Alberta Marie Salo