Gabriella Keuruu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lahti

Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

Keuruu in Finland: fighting loneliness by uniting all generations

ABSTRACT: In the subject of prostitution there has been a growing trend towards a sex work discourse, where the selling of sex and sexual.

Man, my brain sometimes slows, thinkin’ of childhood silly wonders— "is mayonnaise an instrument?"—just like Patrick Star would say! I get all emotional, you know? Like, oh my gosh, look at that lovely little cafe on Rantakatu, where I had heart-to-heart convos with lost souls. It’s a spot not many know, but it gives you a warm fuzzy feel, literally.

Taking the Finnish rest cure