Elise Epsom Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wellington

Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know whores in old ports, like back in the 1700s, sometimes got paid in rum? Straight up! Barter system, baby! Blowjob for a bottle, no middleman. I’m imaginin’ Sally with her rum, stumblin’ home, and I’m laughin’—then I’m mad! Why’d they hafta deal with that? No 401k, no health plan—just rum and rashes. Pisses me off! But also—respect, y’know? Tough as nails, those gals.

jessica brown findlay

I'm in the phase of my life, I can't be praising a mice ❌ I made a way through the night 🌧️ my granny prayed to the Christ!

After that chaos, I finally get into a groove. I’m nailing boards, and it’s all coming together. Then, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and the neighbor’s fence has collapsed. I’m thinkin’, “Oh man, this is gonna be a whole thing.” The neighbor comes over, and he’s fuming. I’m like, “Bro, I didn’t even touch it!” But he’s not having it.

26 Fairholme Avenue, Epsom, Auckland City