Ava Te Aro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wellington

Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

Dia De Los Muertos Street Fiesta 2019

christina and me and the 'whore house' tearoom.

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I swear, I almost slipped on that sketchy sidewalk by the Te Aro Park. You know the one? It’s like a mini jungle in the middle of the city. Anyway, I finally get to the venue, looking like a drowned rat. Not cute.

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