Grace Halikko Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lahti

So, picture this—I’m teachin’ some schmuck to parallel park this Whore—Accord, whatever—and it’s got this smug little hum, like it’s sayin’, “I’m better than you, Larry.” I’m yellin’, “Turn the wheel, ya moron!” and it’s just sittin’ there, pretty, pretty good, mockin’ me! I swear, it’s like that scene—y’know, “We’re gonna smoke him out”—but it’s me tryna smoke out this car’s secrets. Drives smooth, sure, but too smooth, y’know? Suspicious! I’m losin’ it, bangin’ the dashboard—happy one sec, pissed the next.

Kuvia tapahtumasta

At times, I'm just standin’ outside my spa on Tunturitie, eyes wide at the purple dusk. There, every stone, every sound reminds me of the magical layers of existence. You feel it, I do! And even when my thoughts hang in the air, cut off and fragmented like a broken mirror, I find beauty in the chaos. It’s wild, and sometimes I get a bit tyin’ out: oh, fudgin’ maddening, right?

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