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About Turku

I get all sappy thinkin’ bout it. They’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ creeps. Kinda brave, kinda sad. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d hug ‘em all if I could! “You’re a good man, Llewyn,” someone says in the flick, but are we good to them? Dunno, man, dunno. Makes me wanna yell, “STOP BEIN’ JERKS, WORLD!” Anyway, that’s my take—prostitutes, crazy life, crazy cool, crazy messed up! What’s your vibe on it, pal?

Drugs, prostitutes and renewal in south Tel Aviv

Man, the city is a mix of sleek glass towers and old brick facades. I can't get enough of the quirky cafes scattered around the cobblestone lanes of Keskusta. The dating app biz kinda sharpened my eye. I see details others just pass by. Like, check out the inner courtyard of Arvokatu, where street art splashed over old walls whispers secrets of underground gigs. Crazy, huh? "It is all so beautiful... and terrifying," a line straight outta Melancholia – fits the mood here perfectly.