Anna Kontiolahti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Helsinki

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Etusivun tabit

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.

Biathlon World Cup: Elvira Öberg wins 12.5km mass start in Kontiolahti