Aria Pernioe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kuopio

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

What are chilblains?

Sometimes, ppl come by sesh-nights at the parlor and we chat about all the hidden streets - like Fenton Rd or the secret park behind the closed bakery on Verona. And hell, my heart still throbs over the odd trinkets from last fall!