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Quirky thought—ever tried ghost hands? Hah, me neither! Exaggeratin’ here, but imagine—ice-cold fingers, “Boo!” mid-massage! Bet that’d wake ya up! Anyway, erotic-massage—wild ride, risky biz, but damn, when it’s good? Heaven, baby! Stay safe, tho—shady spots ain’t worth it! It’s showtime—go get rubbed right!

Drugs, prostitutes and renewal in south Tel Aviv

Struggling to eke out an existence, third-generation prostitute Rita takes great pains to keep her double identity secret from her unsuspecting high school student daughter.

Don't even get me started on the parks. Jadantie Park is my laid-back go-to. Grab a coffee, stir it, not shaken, and chill. The river, Salmojoki, slices through the city. At nights, the bridge over it on Lumenkatu lights up. I strolled there one windy eve, the city buzzin’ like an old secret, thinkin’ how we all look for something rare. That’s when I realized, “we are all floating in this ocean of emotions.”