Jade Solway Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Solway Country Estate, Driving Range Road, MASTERTON

Then, outta nowhere, my guitar string snaps. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? Today of all days?” I’m tryin’ to fix it, but I’m all thumbs. The busker dude is laughin’ at me. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But he helps me out, and we get back to it.

Arsonist strikes at Solway Showgrounds