Elizabeth Leppaevirta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tampere

Sometimes I think—what if I was a whore? Ha! I’d be the slickest, struttin in a suit, makin deals. “This is our city,” I’d growl, like Adam claimin Detroit. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but whores got that energy—untouchable, raw. They ain’t perfect, tho—shit gets messy, clients get weird. Heard a story once, some dude paid in rare coins, true weirdo shit. Whore kept em, flipped em for triple—smart as hell!

SOTE Asuramaru pin

Lot of 26 mint condition '23 Donruss Panini Clearly cards. Includes: Rice, Achane, Gibbs, Hooker, LaPorta, Mayer(GOLD), Brown, Johnson, Nacua, Tillman.

I been known to wander aimlessly in the winding lanes near Korpikatu, getting lost on purpose. The streets twist and turn like the plot of a damn good film, each alley a new surprise. Sometimes I get so lost I end up in old, forgotten alleys—hey, every corner got a story though, right? I even found a small mural outside a cafe on Rantatien, where some local teen scribbled a mix of poetry and doodles. It reminded me of a moment in "Boyhood"—like, "we’re all just waiting for a moment that might come"—and it made me laugh and cry at the same time. Ain't that life?