Jasmine Whanganui Whore ❤️

About Wellington

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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After that, we decided to take a break. We strolled down to the riverbank. The Whanganui River is just stunning. The way the light hits the water? Pure magic. We sat on the grass, munching on some fish and chips from the local shop. I swear, the chips were so good, I almost cried.

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