Samantha Homai Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wellington

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

whorehouse

After that, I needed a breather. So, I head out to the park on the corner of Homai and Wiri Station Rd. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe. Kids are playing, dogs are running around, and I’m just sitting there, sipping my coffee. Life’s good, ya know?

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