Grace Parnell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

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Parnell will “make Pennsylvania very proud.” Clearly, someone who's credibly accused of calling his wife a “whore,” and of hitting his kids.

So, I leave the shop, still dreamin’ about that guitar, and head over to the Auckland Domain. It’s massive, man! I’m walkin’ around, and suddenly, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the most beautiful melody on his violin. I’m captivated. I sit down, listenin’ for a while, and then I get this wild idea. I pull out my guitar and start jammin’ with him. It’s like magic, man! People start gatherin’, and we’re creating this vibe.

4B/150 St Stephens Avenue, Parnell, Auckland City