Lydia Leppaevirta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

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If you could spend an afternoon with one #Lions player and you had to pick the activity, who would you choose and what would you two do? #OnePride.

Now lemme spill some real talk—Leppaevirta got quirks. The library on Kirkkotie? Yeah, tehy sometimes play old tunes that make you feel all nostalgic, and I love it. I even had a chat with the janitor one rainy day, and he said, "you know, kid, sometimes the rain is just love, fallin' from the sky," and my heart melted like butter on hot toast. It’s those lil’ moments, ya know?