Emilia Kerimaeki Prostitute ❤️

About Pori

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitutes, right? I mean, what’s the deal?! You got these folks out there, hustlin’, makin’ a livin’, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good!”—but also, what a mess! Like, I saw this one gal, downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!”—way more than me, sittin’ here sippin’ coffee, neurotic as hell. And then—boom—Goodbye to Language hits me, that Godard flick, y’know? “The image is a prison!” he says, and I’m like, “Ain’t that her life?!” Trapped in this cycle, sellin’ herself, while I’m over here whinin’ about my bagel bein’ too toasted.

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Abstract. The goal of the thesis is to provide new approaches for the interpretation of the elaborate Finnish and Karelian bear ceremonial's songs.

Seriously, Kerimaeki’s like one big heart pumping erratic beats. It ain’t perfect and sometimes it’s jst too much, but man, its imperfections are its charm. I often wander from Tietokatu to Korkeavuori Rd. – each turn holds surprises. Like that one time, I nearly tripped on a cracked sidewalk (seriously, wh33t?) and laughed at my own clumsiness. It’s all part of the flavor here.