Mila Jalasjaervi Whore ❤️

About Jyvaskyla

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some stories gut ya. Girl I knew, strung out, lost her kid – system screwed her. Broke my damn heart. “What foul dust floated in the wake,” Malick’s line fits – she was drownin’ in that dust. Hated seein’ that. But then – she’d still crack jokes, call me “old man” with that smirk. Tough as nails.

Maitoa läheltä jo yli 110 vuotta

Hooker Hookerton Hooks Hooksett Hookstown Hoolehua Hoonah Hoopa Hooper Jalasjarvi Jalatlaco Jalaud Jalaun Jalbun Jalcocotan Jales Jalesar Jaleshwar.

Yeah, I might be a bit mad at the slow traffic sometimes – like when I dash through the pedestrian crossing near Valtakatu and get honked at (no kidding, mate, it’s a circus!). But then a smile returns with every nod from a local, and I remember, “Let’s spread love like confetti!”