Layla Dairy Flat Whore ❤️

About Auckland

What pisses me off? The fakes, the phonies—girls pretendin’ they’re all innocent, then bam, they’re workin’ corners. Carlos hated fakes too—“You’re either with me or against me,” he’d say. Whores don’t mess around, they’re upfront—love that, keeps it real. Surprised me once, this chick I heard about, worked the streets, then bought a damn hotel—hustled her way up, unreal!

Beautiful home and barn - 5 minutes to Albany!

An affordable private retreat, almost acres (more or less), an ideal lifestyle for families, young or old. A huge stand of mature native.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I’m sprinting for cover, laughing like a maniac. I duck into this random shop on Dairy Flat Road. Turns out, it’s a thrift store. I’m browsing through the racks, and I find this hideous sweater. It’s bright orange with a giant cat on it. I can’t help but buy it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to rock that?

New State Highway 1 Crossing at Dairy Stream