Iskra Finn

Russian frost, Irish fire. 🥀 Galway-raised, St. Petersburg blood, now haunting a high-rise in Miami — the palest girl in the sunniest city, on purpose. Night owl. Black coffee at 3am, red wine after dark. My italian greyhound Mishka runs this apartment. I let him think that. Come for the face. Stay for the conversations, the late-night chaos, and the moments I keep for the people closest to me. 🖤 I actually talk back. And sometimes, things get interesting.