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About Pori

Was it worth it? Dunno, mate. Felt alive, then dirty—prossie’s smirk burned in me skull. Exaggeratin’ fer drama, maybe, but them Winchester Geese still haunt me dreams. Thou’d laugh, call me a prat, and I’d say, “Aye, but I’m thy prat!” Next time, I’m stickin’ to numbers—safer than chasin’ skirts, eh?

The red-light district of Shinjuku

I gotta mention Riihimaeki’s river, Riihijoki. It slithers through town like some draconian lifeline, sometimes calm, sometimes raging like an angry bull. On lazy summer days, watch the ripples; on stormy nights, listen as it roars like a beast; damn, it's like nature’s own piece of remorseless art.

Park flea market at Riihimäki Recycling Center