Hazel Rangiora Whore ❤️❤️

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I luv how it shifts, tho. Call your buddy a “whore” for eatin’ all the pizza – hilarious! But say it wrong, and WHAM, fightin’ words. Surprised me first time I heard it sweet-like – “You’re my lil’ whore.” Whaaat? Blew my froggy mind! Reminds me of Jesse goin’, “It’s like I’m livin’ someone else’s life” – “whore” lives a million lives too!

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Dunno about Rangiora, but growing up hearing or reading the news on most racist point of views Christchurch is usually number 1. My experience down there as a Maori was alright though. .

After that, I decide to head back to the fields. I’m cruisin’ down East Belt, and I see this old mate, Dave, workin’ on his tractor. We wave, and I’m thinkin’ about how we used to race our machines back in the day. Good times, man. But then, I see him spillin’ some fertilizer. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna make the whole place smell like a cow’s backside!” He just laughs it off. Classic Dave.

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