Vanessa Alavus Whore ❤️

About Vantaa

Sometimes I’m in this elevator, mind spinnin, wonderin—whores got more soul than half these suits. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it, I’d bet on ‘em. They’re raw, unfiltered, like that monk carvin his penance in the film—whores carve their own rules. Greed is good, pal, and they’re livin proof—hustle never dies. Whaddya think, huh? Elevator’s stoppin, gotta bounce—catch ya later!

Going undercover as a sex worker

Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up taking a .

Man, my spa is smack dab near Luoto Park. That park is epic – ponds, trees, and quiet nooks. I often sneak some zen minutes myself under an old oak. Sometimes, when the evening fog rolls in, I swear I hear whispers like “I never had a doubt,” echoing from the past. Sound kinda spooky, but so darn serene!

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