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About New Plymouth

Hmmmm, a prostitute, you say? Think, I do, about this life. Hard, it is, y’know? “Do or do not, there is no try,” like Yoda says—fits her, it does. Watched *Yi Yi*, I did, that movie—damn, so good! “A little patience, everything works out,” they say in it. Prostitute’s life, tho, patience runs thin. Sells her body, she does, to survive. Angry, it makes me—why her? Why this path? Men, sleazy bastards, pay her quick. Little fact, I dug up—oldest job, they call it, goes back to Mesopotamia! Whores in temples, even, sacred then, wild huh?

Going undercover as a sex worker

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop smiling. Awapuni, you’ve got your quirks, but you’re my kinda place. I flop on the couch, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. I mean, who knew a day in Awapuni could be so full of surprises?

Jomara Bloodstock on top in Awapuni