Lydia Hataitai Whore ❤️

About Wellington

Still, she’s got guts, I’ll give ‘er that. Happy for ‘er, kinda—takes nerve to be *that* bold. Like in the flick, “What you love, you lose,” the old monk says, all wise-like. She’s lovin’ the game, but losin’ somethin’, ain’t she? Soul’s prolly leakin’ out ‘er fishnets! Hah, fishnets—geddit? Cos she’s fishin’ for blokes! Ooh, I crack meself up!

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First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of Hataitai Rd. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I’m all set to grab my caffeine fix, and boom! The barista spills a whole jug of milk. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna get my morning buzz, not watch a dairy disaster unfold. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “C’mon, man!”

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