Camila Epsom Whore ❤️

About Hastings

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *whore* – like, the concept, y’know? Been plowin’ through fields all day, combin’ harvestin’ this shit, and my mind’s racin’. Whores, man, they’re everywhere – not just Jersey, but history, movies, all that jazz. Like in my favorite flick, *Carol* – you seen that? Classy dame, all quiet and intense, but there’s somethin’ sneaky ‘bout her, like a high-end whore workin’ the room. “I’m just a girl from nowhere,” she says – bullshit! She’s playin’ angles, like a pro.

Epsom: the not-so-salubrious suburb

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I start measuring stuff, and then it hits me. I forgot my tape measure. Classic move, right? I’m like, “Great, just great.” So, I dash over to the local hardware store on Epsom Rd. It’s a small place, but they’ve got everything. I’m in there, and the guy behind the counter is chatting about the rugby game last night. I’m half-listening, half-trying to find a tape measure. Finally grab one, pay, and head back.

2/34A Wapiti Avenue, Epsom, Auckland City