Elise Terrace End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Auckland

So, yeah, whores—they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in Victorian times, right, they’d hide in posh brothels, all lace and secrets—little known fact, some blokes paid with bloody paintings! Imagine that—swap a Picasso for a shag, wild! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ about it, like, who’s the real artist here? Makes me wanna scream, “I’m in a rage!” ‘cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ ‘em dirty, but half the toffs were in on it—hypocrites, pisses me off!

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But then, I get back inside, and the waiting room is still packed. I’m like, “Is this a bone clinic or a concert?” I swear, I’ve never seen so many people in one place. I’m starting to think I should’ve brought snacks.

Wig-wag clangs through the dead of night in Palmerston North