Eliza Leppaevirta Whore ❤️

About Jyvaskyla

Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

Scarlett Rose ‘The macho trinity: The virgin, the mother & the whore’

Jotain meni pieleen! Leppävirralla sattui eilen iltapäivällä 11 auton kolari, jossa loukkaantui useita. Yksi koira kuoli onnettomuudessa.

I been known to wander aimlessly in the winding lanes near Korpikatu, getting lost on purpose. The streets twist and turn like the plot of a damn good film, each alley a new surprise. Sometimes I get so lost I end up in old, forgotten alleys—hey, every corner got a story though, right? I even found a small mural outside a cafe on Rantatien, where some local teen scribbled a mix of poetry and doodles. It reminded me of a moment in "Boyhood"—like, "we’re all just waiting for a moment that might come"—and it made me laugh and cry at the same time. Ain't that life?