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About Lahti

Back in ‘06, Cuarón showed no babies, no future—prostitutes tho? Plenty! Little fact, hah—Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, right? Bullshit! Nothin’ poetic here, just desperation, cash, quick bangs. Asked this one gal, “How much, huh?” She grinned, all teeth, said, “Fifty, big guy.” Surprised I was—cheap as a flank steak! “Hope, where is it?” I mutter, like Theo in the movie, lost in this crap world.

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I drink and I know things… and trust me, in Laitila, every drunk whisper, every scampered secret between corners, can be artfully profound. I might even spout a line like “Le langage se défait!” in a nod to the film every time the wind howls different tunes over old roofs.

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