Allison Jalasjaervi Whore ❤️

About Espoo

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re bloody everywhere, in’t they? Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout me fave flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Thai geezer Apichatpong knows how to mess with yer head, yeah? Whores, they got that same vibe – mysterious, bit trippy, like. “The air is so quiet here,” like that line from the movie, that’s how it feels when yer round ‘em, dead calm but somethin’s brewin’, ya know?

Maitoa läheltä jo yli 110 vuotta

I might’ve typed some gobbledygook here and there – sorry if there’s like 12 typos (lol, my haste sometimes wins) – but I’m telling ya, PJalasjaervi’s a melting pot of dreams and bizarre little moments. It’s a place where every touch heals a soul and every street corner sings a riotous song of life, much like the stirring chorus of Moulin Rouge’s “El Tango de Roxanne.”