Scarlett Urjala Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tampere

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Policy and law

Urjala got its own vibe over here. The city center, I mean, wow, it's fantastic. There's a local park called Laaksonen Park. You won't believe its beauty—so soft and mellow. I walk there every morning. I relax, I think, "Caché, caché, caché"—just like that famous movie! It's art, it's style!

Helge Samuli Tapanila Obituary