Olivia Cannons Creek Whore ❤️

About New Plymouth

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate the haters, simple as that. They’re messy, real, human—like Amélie droppin’ that spoon, shockin’ herself awake. “Moments matter,” she’d say, and whores? They live ‘em loud. Now, pass me the popcorn—gonna rewatch that movie and daydream some more!

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The Old Homestead was one of Cripple Creek's most expensive and renowned “parlour houses” of its day (a night with a companion cost upwards off.

So, I’m rushing outta my flat on Taita Drive, trying to look somewhat presentable. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I hop on the bus at the Cannons Creek stop, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a baby who’s wailing like it’s the end of the world.

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