Claire Pieksaemaeki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Espoo

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

Sisällysluettelo

I was like a whore. Besides, my mother was jealous and accused me for being ] Pieksämäki. Suomalaisen kirjallisuuden seura. Tietolipas

I love wandering by the Ruspuro River along Kivijuxta lane (lol, sounds like a secret password for adventurers!). The water sparkles in the sunlight, reminds me of that scene in Certified Copy when the sunlight kinda danced on the characters' faces. I even got to see a duck swimming by – I mean, how often do you see a duck? I got all happy and, like, “That's the vodoo of life!” raving inside my head.

Remembering Kristian Gullichsen (1932–2021)