Savannah Maentyharju Whore ❤️

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Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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Look, I spend a lotta time observin’ folks. In my line of work, details matter, and Maentyharju’s little quirks? They're like secret love letters hidden around corners. I always notice how couples hold hands on Siltakatu, like they know somethin' deep and true that the rest of us are too busy to see. Sure, some of y’all might think it's overly poetic, but trust me—these little things make me mad sometimes ‘cause so many overlook 'em. But then, bam! They make me smile too, ya know?