Sarah Motueka Prostitute ❤️

About Wellington

Brother, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, man! They’re out there hustlin’, workin’ the streets, y’know? Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, scalpin’ Nazis, these girls scalp wallets, brother! “You know somethin’, Utivich?”—they got skills, sneaky moves, dodgin’ cops, real warriors. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Heard this wild story—ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs, showin’ off, separatin’ from “good girls.” Crazy, huh? Made me laugh, brother, picturin’ that!

Endorsement

Brewed with an abundance of oats and fermented with our expressive house ale yeast, it's dry hopped, per usual, with bright and pungent Motueka and Nelson.

But then, I see this guy trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. I’m like, “What even is that?” He’s all hyped up, saying it’s a superfood. I’m skeptical, but I buy one. It’s gross. Like, who eats this stuff? I’m regretting my life choices, but hey, at least I can say I tried it, right?

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