Valentina Rosedale Whore ❤️

About New Plymouth

So, I’m a Consumption Psychologist, right? Whores ain’t just people—they’re ads, brands, that shiny crap on TV. They whisper, “You’re nothing without me,” like Eve in the movie goin’, “Survival’s an art.” Gets me mad, tho—big companies pimpin’ us out! Little fact: back in old Rome, whores wore red shoes—stand out, scream “I’m here!” Now it’s logos, billboards—same game. D’oh! Sneaky bastards.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

I finally get my coffee, and it’s glorious. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m feelin’ good again. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and everyone’s staring. I just laugh it off. What else can ya do?

​Rosedale Road Over Branch of Unami Creek Bridge Replacements