Nadia Solway Whore ❤️❤️

About Palmerston North

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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An embittered, lifelong Cleveland fan chronicles the painful departure of LeBron James from the Cavaliers, taking stock of his own life in the process.

First off, I hit up the local café, The Solway Grind. Best flat white in town, no cap. I’m sittin’ there, strummin’ my guitar, when this dude walks in. He’s got a mullet that could rival a rockstar’s. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this guy’s deal?” Turns out, he’s a busker too. We start talkin’ shop, and he’s all about playin’ on the corner of High St. I’m like, “Dude, I’m down!”

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