Eliza Bishop Auckland Whore ❤️

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Groovy, baby! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bird—whore, yeah, she’s a right mystery, innit? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout her, like in me fave flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*, all slow and moody, dig? “The night is long, my friend”—that’s what I’d say to her, cos she’s got that vibe, ya know, shadowy, deep, makin ya wonder what’s tickin in her head. She’s no dolly bird just shaggin about—nah, she’s got layers, like a bleedin onion, but sexier, haha!

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I try coaxing him down with treats. But nah, he’s not having it. So, I climb up. Yeah, me, a vet, scaling a tree like I’m in some sort of animal rescue movie. The crowd’s cheering, and I’m sweating bullets. Finally, I grab him, and he’s not happy. He hisses like a kettle boiling. I’m like, “Chill, bro! You’re going home!”

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