Ellie Halikko Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jyvaskyla

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Kuvia tapahtumasta

At times, I'm just standin’ outside my spa on Tunturitie, eyes wide at the purple dusk. There, every stone, every sound reminds me of the magical layers of existence. You feel it, I do! And even when my thoughts hang in the air, cut off and fragmented like a broken mirror, I find beauty in the chaos. It’s wild, and sometimes I get a bit tyin’ out: oh, fudgin’ maddening, right?

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