Megan Invercargill Whore ❤️

About Napier

Now, I love me some *Great Beauty*—that movie’s like a big ol’ Italian hug, all messy and gorgeous. Makes me think of whores in a way that’s deeper than a well in Tennessee. Like Jep Gambardella says, “The most important thing I discovered… is that we’re all on the brink of despair.” Ain’t that the truth for a workin’ gal? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, but maybe she’s just tryin’ to keep the lights on. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—makes me wanna hug ‘em and bake ‘em a pie.

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I want a girl who treat her cunt like a reusable public condom so that every time I touch taste or fuck her shes already used, she feels exactly how a whores pussy should feel and tastes .

So, I’m there, trying to fix it, and I’m sweating like a pig. I mean, it’s Invercargill, not the Sahara! But the weather? It’s all over the place. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Classic NZ, right? I’m just about to lose it when my mate, Dave, shows up. He’s got this goofy grin, and I’m like, “Dude, not now!” But he’s got a pie from that bakery on Tay St. You know the one? The one that smells like heaven?

Frustration city left out in revival of The Southerner