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But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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Yo, every corner's a vibe. Korpilahti ain't just a town; it's a living poem, man. Trust me – you coming here, you'll feel the magic. And, bro, only here do i let my heart talk real. Crazy, erry day be a new chapter. YOLO, amigo, YOLO.

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