Claire Ngaio Whore ❤️

About Palmerston North

It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

Early life and education

I want you, constantly and so to me you are more powerful than you could possibly realise. Your touch turns me weak, stupid, needy and wet. When I say I am your property, I mean it. When I .

Finally, I dash out, and of course, I trip over my own feet on the way to the car. Classic me, right? I’m pretty sure I heard someone snicker from the bus stop on Ngaio Gorge Road. Whatever, I’m not here for their judgment.

Bach Life: A shoes-off kind of place