Stella Mahora Whore ❤️

About Auckland

Erotic-massage ain’t just sexy, it’s science, yo! Loosens muscles, pumps blood—bam, you’re a new starfish! I’d exaggerate, say it grew my brain, but nah, still dumb as a rock! Hahaha! So, dudes, try it—get that *Inception* spin, “What’s real, what’s not?” Just don’t ask for mayo, they’ll stare weird! Peace out!

Perfume Review: Guerlain’s notorious Mahora (and Mayotte)

Apparently, Mahora is a women of 'magnetic attraction', embodying the beauty of nature. Oh, and she also lives on an imaginary sixth continent, from which she visits us to offer us this scent. In .

By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I head over to the food court on the corner of Main and King. I grab a pie from the bakery—classic Kiwi move. But while I’m eating, I overhear some guys talking about a new development on the waterfront. Apparently, they’re building a massive shopping center. I’m thinking, “Great, more traffic on my way to work.”

The Māori Volcanics