Jade Kontiolahti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Helsinki

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

Down by Rantamajantie – or was it Rantamajtien? – there's always that breeze of fresh pine and coffee shop laughter. I mean, geez, you ever wander these lanes? I do. It gives me that vibe: "I wonder if this is love," just like in Certified Copy.

Au Revoir Martin Fourcade by William Timmons