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City in Finland, Europe. 175000 inhabitants, former capital of state, until Helsinki named new capital in 1812.
Peoples in Turku speak odd dialect of finnish which sounds funny.
mää ole Turkkusest!
I'm from Turku
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dutch slang for a person who comes from Turkey
This goes out to my turkus in the ghetto
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A snob who likes to wear non fancy clothes to not stand out in publiv
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"the Turku maneuver", "do the Turku", "the Turku style"
International slang term for smuggling drugs or other tiny objects in one's rectum. Originates from the Finnish phrase, "Turku on Suomen persereikä", as in "Turku is the anus of Finland".
May also refer to anal intercourse.
May also refer to a gay couple.
"Dayme, d'you see that? He passed the customs with the Turku maneuver."
"I've done the Turku so many times it's become a natural."
"The Turku style has become much more popular lately."
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Turku drift is when you drift on Finnish snow.
"Now goes the Turku drift"
or in Finnish
"Nyt lähtee Turku drifti"
Someone from Turkey or part of a Turkish-speaking population. The most wonderfully Seussical racist slur you can get.
To your right you will see a Turkus McGurkus. These critters are pink, small, and have tails.
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In a world where destiny demanded they clash, Biorg and Gyorg stood on opposite sides of an ancient battlefield. Biorg, the fierce warrior with eyes like molten steel, and Gyorg, his rival with a heart as wild as the wind, were bound by fate to be enemies. Their duels were legendary, each strike echoing with a force that could tear apart mountains.
But something else churned beneath the surface—a deep, unspoken connection that neither could deny. One fateful night, as they met in a hidden glade under the pale moonlight, swords were lowered and words were lost. In a moment of undeniable truth, their lips met, sealing their forbidden bond.
As their kiss deepened, the world around them shifted. Gyorg's form dissolved into a shimmering mass, reshaping into the smooth, metallic curve of a barrel. Biorg, in disbelief, felt his body stretch and morph, his limbs twisting into the frame of a wheelbarrow. They were no longer men but objects—a barrel and a wheelbarrow—bound together in a strange, sticky embrace as trails of thick, glowing slime oozed from their new forms, connecting them in ways more profound than they could have ever imagined.
Together, they rolled through the strange landscape, their love and newfound forms inseparable, destined not for battle, but for an eternal, slimy union.
Signed, Eric Weinstein.
I'm gonna turkus gyrational!!!