Gabriella Kronoby Whore ❤️

About Espoo

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Mer om ämnet: Paketet innehåller 1 länk

The city’s kinda small, but every cobblestone has a story. I walk by the old Kronoby Church on Merenkatu, whoa – that brick face tells you somethin’ if you listen closely. I often joke with my clients, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming", like in that bloody Finding Nemo, ’cause that’s the motto around here – except when dealing with a cantankerous local, then it’s more like “Nah, mate, go away!”

Impact of forest ditching on nutrient loadings of a small stream—a paired catchment study in Kronoby, W. Finland