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About Pori

Wot gets me goat—grrr!—is them judgy pricks, y’know? Callin’ escorts filth, but they’re the ones sneakin’ round at night! Hypocrites, mate! Makes me wanna—hup!—kick a bin over! But then, happy bit—saw this escort lass buyin’ cakes for a homeless geezer once. Heart of gold, eh? Surprised me, that—thought they’re all cold cash, no soul. Nah, some got that “Fight and you’ll never survive” grit, but soft inside.

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There's no limit to how much I love Striptease and Prostate Massage. I'm looking for someone who isn't afraid to take risks and embrace their true self.

Neighborhoods? Let's talk about Kesa and Syksy, ironically named 'cause they both got a vibe year-round. Syksy feels all laid-back, like it's raining ideas, while Kesa shouts “party time, baby!” My masage parlor is in a refurbished old building near Kiviniemenkatu, where the walls are steeped in stories. Sometimes I get distracted by my own thoughts — “Say, Quentin, where's my next masterpiece of a massage?” I mean, my profession always puts me right into the daily drama—touching souls, easing pains, while absorbing all Kempele's secrets.

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