Lydia Salo Prostitute ❤️

About Pori

She told me, get this,

Performances are Subdued

He was attacked and beaten over the head, kicked to a pulp, and run over by a car, by a supposed male prostitute. Most accounts of his death.

Right, my dear friend, Salo’s a place of beauty and raw truth. It may be small and bruised, but it’s alive, alive like our hidden hearts. Yesss, precious, come and let the winding streets, the murmurs of the parks, and the soulful gutters tell yer story too. Heh, like The Master says, “I could never leave you…”—or somethin like that, yesss, come find it all with me, my precious friend.

the cliffhanger: pirinen & salo's remote home cantilevers over the forests of northern finland