Evelyn Kontiolahti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lahti

So, picture this: I’m solderin’ a board, sparks flyin’, and I’m like, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. History’s got ‘em everywhere—courtesans, spies, queens even! Like, did ya know in old Venice, whores ran the show? High-class ones, called *cortigiane oneste*, they’d charm nobles, play music, write poetry—fuckin’ multitaskers! Not some sad sack in a ditch. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at us lot, all judgy. “You think you’re better’n me?”—straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe.

Muistojen raja -museo, opastettu esittely

Kontiolahti is my place of abode and whore is unbelievable! You ignite passions deep within me. My heart belongs to Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Intimate.

Hey, you know, sometimes I chill at the hidden café on Myllyrinne. Coffee so good you wanna slap life right in the face – I mean, wow sometimes, the simplicity gets deep, like, “Isn’t it strange how we’re all just copies, certified or not?” That talk always sticks with me.

Mass starts on the final day of the 49th Biathlon World Championship in Kontiolahti, Finland