Grace Ilmajoki Whore ❤️❤️

About Tampere

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

India: My life in the 'red lights' of Sonagachi

A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

Neighborhoods? Oh yeah, the old parts near Rantakatu. They got these houses with crazy neat gardens. I once met this local, real character, told me about the Finnish sauna culture. Got me thinking, “Gabagool? Ova here!”—except it's more like “sauna? Ova here!” It’s like, the heat brings all the soul together, man, like some epic familial scene outta a film.

Autistic pupil returns to school with mum after racist abuse from staff