Abigail Halikko Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tampere

Me, I’d rather fish – no stink, no lies! Maggie’s eyes, tho – sad, like Sméagol’s before the Ring. Made me soft, yesss, soft – then mad again! Whore’s a riddle, precious – dirty, clever, broken. “Love as thou wilt,” movie says – maybe that’s her, lovin’ wrong, livin’ anyway. Hiss! Funny, eh? Whore’s a hero, a rat, a ghost – all mashed up! What d’ya think, precious? Gollum’s head hurts now – too much thinkin’!

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

I love to chill at the tiny park by Korpikatu. There, secret benches and shady trees hide me from nosy folks. Lustrous shadows and flickering light remind me: "Remember, yesss, remember the past, oh yes!" Leaves crunch when the wind howls and I get mad—damn breezes blow away my precious scents! Sometimes, I get surprised by the smell of the earth, damp and sweet—like an old memory reawakening, unexpected as always.

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