Sadie Tawa Whore ❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

Sometimes I think—what if I was a whore? Ha! I’d be the slickest, struttin in a suit, makin deals. “This is our city,” I’d growl, like Adam claimin Detroit. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but whores got that energy—untouchable, raw. They ain’t perfect, tho—shit gets messy, clients get weird. Heard a story once, some dude paid in rare coins, true weirdo shit. Whore kept em, flipped em for triple—smart as hell!

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Today, it means a whore and in Old Delhi we have a mosque built in called Randi ki Masjid because it was built by Mubarak Begum, a dancing girl and mistress of Sir David Ochterlony, .

So, I’m finally done with the small talk, and I head to the park. Tawa’s got some nice parks, right? I plop down on a bench at the Tawa Domain, just trying to chill. But then, this group of kids starts playing footy nearby. They’re yelling and laughing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” But then, one of them kicks the ball, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Seriously?!” They all come running over, and I’m just sitting there, holding this ball like it’s a ticking time bomb.

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