Avery Grey Lynn Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

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After that, I decided to hit up the Grey Lynn Farmers’ Market. I love that place! Fresh produce, local crafts, and all that jazz. I’m browsing through the stalls, and I spot this dude selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I grab a jar of his “spicy chili mango” jam. Sounds weird, right? But trust me, it’s a game changer. I’m chatting with the guy, and he’s telling me about his secret recipe. I’m thinking, “Dude, just give me the jam!”

119 Crummer Road, Grey Lynn, Auckland City