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But real talk—what pisses me off? The shady stuff. Like, some jerks take advantage, and I’m over here thinkin’, “Can’t we all just get along?” Makes me mad, like when we lose a forest to dumbasses with campfires. But then—happy vibes! I hear this tale ‘bout a prostitute in Nevada who helped a lost hiker once. Fed him, got him home—hero shit! Surprised me, ‘cause you don’t expect that, y’know? Restored my faith in humanity, like when I nail a perfect landin’!

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It was shipped to Northern Ireland. The buyer was a musician who was travelling a lot to America, so I don't know where it's registered now.

First off, there’s this street, uh, Järvenkatu – real central, with old brick stores and these teasin’ little cafes. I used to walk there, ya know, always nodding at familiar faces ’n sometimes apologizing to my head for rumbles like "the sun, so endless, it burns". Haha! I swear I get those Turin Horse vibes, hmm… "time flowing like flawed memories…", ya know what I mean?