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I’m pissed, too—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Find a prostitute, sure, but then what? You’re dodgin’ cops, creepers, and—who knows?—maybe she’s got a gang waitin’ to jack your wallet. “Witness me!” she yells, and I’m like, “Witness what? My bank account dyin’?” It’s nuts! But then, okay, I’m kinda thrilled—danger’s the spice, right? Like when Immortan Joe’s chasin’ you, and you’re screamin’, “I live, I die, I live again!”—that rush, man, it’s sick.

Copenhagen’s red light district is relatively low key

Landmarks? Hell, how about the splendid biathlon arena at Kontiolahti Sport Center – where sweaty athletes and chilly winds mix in one perfect portrait of life. The old wooden church on Pöllöpolku, tucked away behind a little-town café that smells of cinnamon buns, always gets me. I used to meet clients there sometimes, chatting while walking along the small river Konti-jo, skippin’ stones and thinkin’ of bigger dreams.

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