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About Espoo

So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

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The city’s kinda small, but every cobblestone has a story. I walk by the old Kronoby Church on Merenkatu, whoa – that brick face tells you somethin’ if you listen closely. I often joke with my clients, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming", like in that bloody Finding Nemo, ’cause that’s the motto around here – except when dealing with a cantankerous local, then it’s more like “Nah, mate, go away!”

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