Isabelle Yloejaervi Whore ❤️❤️

About Lahti

So yeah, whores – messed up, tough as nails, human as us. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *25th Hour*, it’s all about facin’ the ugly truth. Everybody lies, but they’re honest ‘bout it. Gotta respect that, even if it’s through a sneer. Now, where’s my damn cane?

Rambo: First Blood Part II

A sex worker is shown coming inside a camp of Vietnamese soldiers. She is shown alone in a room with a soldier, kissing him. Cleavage, but NO nudity only a.

So, first off, the center of Ylöjärvi is a hoot. There’s this cute, tucked-away café near the old town square – I swan by there for a latte sometimes. I mean, who wouldn't, right? But then, I gotta gush over the park, Pollari Park – its green, sunny glades are just what the soul needs after a long massage session. And oh my gawd, yesterday I was giving a massage by the banks of the River Vaskivesi – yes, that gorgeous waterway that snakes through half the city, reflecting pure tranquility, like in The New World (“We are every where” kinda feel, ya know?) – it made me so emotional, I almost bawled.