Natalie Tyrnaevae Whore ❤️❤️

About Helsinki

Bad dates tho. Ugh. One gal. Talked exes. Whole time. Wanted to yell. “This is not a soup kitchen!” Move on! Hated that. Wasted night. Coulda been home. Watchin’ Ratatouille. Again. Instead? Whiny sob story.

Tutustu paikalliseen kulttuuriin ja tapahtumiin

Tyranena Hop Whore pours a clear amber color with two fingers of head. The upfront piny and earthy hops pair well with hints of toffee and dark bread aromas. The mouth feel is full and .

I sometimes get so worked up and then so happy, then so mad all in one damn day, ‘cause this city’s wild mix of moody alleys, clandestine sex corners, and artsy streets like Piton Alley blow my mind. My fave moment? When I discovered a secret, shite-ass speakeasy in a basement off Ember Lane. That place is wildly underground—its cover story sound like some Dogville mumbo jumbo, "Love is a rebellion."