Willow Dunedin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palmerston North

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

Background

Then, I decide to hit up the Otago Museum. I’m all about that self-determination stuff, so I’m curious about how they inspire students. I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove of knowledge. But, man, the exhibits are so cool, I lose track of time. I’m wandering around, and I get super into this Maori culture exhibit. It’s fascinating! But then, I realize I’ve been in there for like two hours. Oops.

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