Vanessa Bell Block Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tauranga

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Auch interessant…

But then, just as I was feelin’ all zen, I noticed dark clouds rollin’ in. Typical, right? I thought, “Great, just what I need.” I started headin’ back to shore, but the wind picked up. I was fightin’ the waves like a gladiator.

Sewage spill stinks up suburb