Emilia Haukipudas Prostitute ❤️

About Turku

Why so serious, huh? She’s a joker too—grinnin’ at the rubes. “I’ve seen too much,” Jesse moaned—prostitute’s eyes say that, y’know? Tired, sharp, cuttin’ through bullshit. I’d write her a tune—wailin’ guitar, drums like gunfire. Maybe exaggerate her tale—say she knifed a mayor! Ha! Chaos is her gig, mine too. You’d dig her, pal—real as a busted string. Manic laughter—ain’t life a riot?

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Man, this town got major quirks. There's this weird lookin' park called Kiipeli Puisto. I often stroll there after a session. It's super trankily eerie, reminds me of some warzone calm, like in "The Hurt Locker", when stuff gets intense then calm – kaboom! I mean, holy crap, it's all about tension and release, ya know? It makes my work so rad.

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