Addison Yloejaervi Whore ❤️❤️

About Helsinki

Her world’s grim, yeah, but mesmerizin. Like in the flick, “The air was heavy with secrets.” She’s got secrets, mate, bags of ‘em. Eyes like a hawk, clockin every punter. Once heard a yarn - some lass in London, 1800s, tricked a lord, nicked his gold watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off at that, clever cow! Surprised me, her guts did. Happy too, cos she won that round.

The Worst Person in the World

Latakunta, Ylojarvi socken, Lielhti, akertappa, 6. viii. , Gosta. Foman, (H). Kouvola, vid bangarten i sandjord pa assluttningen, cp., vii.

Oh, and don’t get me started on my fave spot: the little waterside bench near Isojärvi. I sit there, massage oils still lingering on my hands, and watch the sunset, thinking, “Here, where every ripple and gust is a story, every moment is a miracle.” It’s all a bit poetic, ya dig?