Penelope Kemijaervi Prostitute ❤️

About Pori

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a raftsman, floatin’ down life’s muck—hiss!—talkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, yeh? Nasty, tricksy world they got, rollin’ in filth and gold, ain’t it? Saw one once, dolled up, struttin’—like she owned the bleedin’ river! Reminds me o’ that flick, *Synecdoche, New York*—all them lives twistin’, mixin’, like a big ol’ mess o’ string. “What’s time to a pig?” she’d say, prob’ly, laughin’ at us fools.

The charity working with the young women forced into prostitution in India’s holiest city

I've recently started a multi-chapter fanfiction about a Reverse Robins AU with Damian-centric (still draft) and I have this habit of.

Sometimes I get mad too. Seriously, I got so mad at the noise in Little Business Lane—annoying, really! But it's just part of the charm. Every corner tells a tale, every brick a secret. The dynamism is unreal, the energy totally off the charts. I often blur my thoughts, like "WOW, this city IS something else!"