Taylor Dunedin Whore ❤️

About New Plymouth

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

Everything you need along the way

After that, I’m starving. I hit up a food truck on Castle St. Best fish and chips ever! I’m chowing down, and this seagull swoops in and tries to steal my food. I’m like, “Dude, back off!” But it’s relentless. I’m fighting off this bird like it’s a scene from a movie. I finally scare it away, but not before losing half my chips. Ugh!

Dunedin in for some sun, warmth