Harper Pyhaejaervi Whore ❤️

About Espoo

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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I shared the gloom of the town all the way back to Pyhäjärvi on our bus. Already a precocious whore at her young age! I was practically yelling at.

Random street art moves my soul.

Figure 5. Stone Age and Early Metal Period ceramics from the Lake...