Emily Mangere Prostitute ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya little degenerates! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta fiction, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—yep, those street-walking, cash-grabbing enigmas. So, I knew this one chick, right? Worked the corner near my old haunt—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She had this vibe, like she’d seen it all, and damn, she probly had. Reminds me of that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies.” Candy didn’t have friends, tho—just johns and a pimp who’d smack her silly. Made me mad as hell, that did. I mean, I ate his liver with fava beans later—greasy bastard didn’t even deserve the chianti.

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Five men were approached by a prostitute who lifted her shirt to reveal evidence of a recent job and were then offered the same service.

So, I’m mixing up some drinks, right? Just a regular Tuesday. Then, boom! This group of lads walks in, all hyped up. They’re from the local rugby club, and they’re celebrating a win. I mean, who doesn’t love a good rugby win? They’re shouting, laughing, and ordering like they’re at a buffet. “Get us a jug of your best beer!” they yell. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Tuesday, chill!” But hey, I’m not one to kill the vibe.

Fatal Māngere house fire: One person dead, four others treated after well-involved’ blaze in Tidal Rd