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About Jyvaskyla

Whore’s a word, right, but it’s loaded - bam! - like a spy gadget. Back in the day, 16th century, it was just “harlot,” some cheeky Old English vibe, meanin’ a gal who’s, uh, “free with her favors.” Ain’t that a gas? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks got all prudish later. I reckon it’s a hoot - society clutchin’ pearls while she’s out there, livin’! Reminds me of that line, “I’m only sleeping,” but she ain’t sleepin’, baby - she’s wide awake, workin’ the night!

Hop Whore Imperial IPA - Tyranena Brewing Company - Beer of the Day.

Prostitute - Whore www.facebook.com Admittedly, I'm Ann. Tyrnaevae is my place of abode and whore runs through my veins. I'm addicted to your touch.

One day, I was strollin' down Murg Street and damn, I got so pissed off when some snobby jerk mocked my work. I was like, "Respect my authoritah!" Seriously, my job ain’t for losers! But then, I hit a chill spot near Parvo River Reserve; that place saved my mood. Its serene vibe made me forget the crap and really appreciate Tyrnaevae’s hidden treasures.