Natalie Witherlea Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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Witherlea is a suburb to the south of Blenheim's central district. [3] [4] The Blenheim hospital campus, which includes Wairau Hospital, is in Witherlea. [5] Omaka Cemetery has graves .

So, I’m cruisin’ down the streets of Witherlea, right? I took a left on to Wairau Road, and man, the traffic was a nightmare. Like, seriously, who knew a small town could have so many cars? I was stuck behind this ancient lady driving a beat-up Corolla. Bless her heart, but she was going 30 in a 50 zone. I was ready to lose it. I mean, c’mon! I got places to be!

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