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About Vantaa

Quirky shit? Always wonderin’—them walls could talk, what’d they say? Prolly some nasty, hilarious shit. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But brothels, they’re like Jersey—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, they’re ours. “I’ve been out there, kid!”—Royal’s voice in my head, every damn time. Gabagool? Ova here! Pass the plate, capisce?

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

Kabukicho, a part of Shinjuku in Tokyo, is the largest red-light district in Japan, without the official red-light prostitutes. Instead, it is full of host and hostess clubs, bars, and love hotels. At night, .

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.”