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About Tampere

So, here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, pissed off, horny as hell, needin’ some action. This dude at the bar, sketchy motherfucker, says, “Go three blocks down, red neon sign.” I’m like, cool, sounds legit, right? WRONG! Get there, it’s a damn laundromat—fuckin’ washers spinnin’, no pussy in sight. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, who’s playin’ me?!” People stare, I don’t give a shit. That’s when I learned—never trust a drunk tip, ever.

Go on an imaginary school trip guided by the collections of Oulu Art Museum.

Go on an imaginary school trip guided by the collections of Oulu Art Museum.

I’ve even got personal tidbits – like, once, when a freak thunderstorm hit, I nearly closed shop 'cause the spa was practically flooded. I remember yellin’ “This is just like that bleak, endless night in the movie, where every drop felt like a lifetime!” And my neighbor, Miss Lehtonen from Silkkitie (yeah, that street with the quirky name), burst out laughing from her window. Classic her!