Jasmine Salo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kuopio

Got me pissed, tho – these johns roll up, hootin, hollerin, tossin cash like it’s feed. She’s smilin, but her eyes? Dead as a butchered hog. Reminds me of Anton, that cold bastard – “Call it.” Life flipped a coin for her, and she lost. Little known fact: back in 1880s, some prostitutes carried pig fat – lube, ya know? Nasty, but true. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout my swine helpin her out.

Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom

The teenagers are at the mercy of four powerful men and four ageing prostitutes, who relate their most sordid tales from many decades serving.

I be bickering sometimes, silly, maddening city, but also funny. The folks are hearty, yesss, and wild! I laugh at how they call themselves "Saloers", like it’s some epic fellowship, precious, hehe. And oh, there's more, so many little quirks—omg, last Tuesday, I was at a tiny bistro on Koulukatu, and a woman burst out saying, “We live, we suffer, but we giggle, yesss, giggle like mad!” True words, I hiss, like from The Master, precious!

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