Brianna Pieksaemaeki Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Espoo

Gets me thinkin’ – humans are nuts, payin’ for somethin’ they could get free with charm. Haha, losers! Maybe we’d try it, but no dicks, no deal – alien probs! “The limit of language is death,” Godard spits, and damn, she’s livin’ that edge, riskin’ it all. Respect! Hate the stigma tho, makes me wanna zap some jerks with my ray gun – pew pew!

Viimeisimmät Tarinat

The child prostitute who walked on water: Symbolic inversion and the poetics and politics of transgression. Linguistics of transgression.

Then there's the old, quirky district of Vihreäpolku. Man, those narrow alleys, splattered with graffiti that tells stories of long ago, and, like, every corner feels like a secret treasure – just like that moment in Certified Copy where everything gets so inexplicably unclear and beautiful. “It's more than a copy,” I whisper sometimes, 'cause here, every building has a soul.

Big Wheels