Victoria Kuhmo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pori

So, what’s a whore to me? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper. It’s survival, it’s chaos, it’s pissin’ me off how folks judge ‘em. Saw this doco once – true story – ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the red lights. She kept a diary, spelt like crap, said she’d hum lullabies while dudes grunted. Freaky, right? Made me sad as hell. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but she’s out there hummin’ to stay sane. That’s guts, man.

Song for Kuhmo

Coz i opened my mouth about cheap tyres, now picking up some for my little bro, dad, and mate. I've got the Kuhmo's on my car now, had them on over 7 months.

I ain't gonna lie, sometimes I get erratic too – runnin' late, mixin' my words, and typos everywhere like dis, bcz my head's in a million, crazzy thoughts: like, "Srry, whaaat was I sayin’?" But that’s life here in Kuhmo! We laugh, we cry, and we hustle through chill winters and lively summers, all in our own style – a sweet mix of happiness, anger, and surprise at every turn.

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