Taylor Greenhithe Whore ❤️

About New Plymouth

But man, what pisses me off? Them high-and-mighty folks judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut yer trap, ya hypocrite! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a two-dollar steak. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, runnin’ from fate, dodgin’ bullets. Whores dodge life’s bullets daily—cops, creeps, bad nights. “This ain’t no picnic,” like the movie says, and I respect that hustle.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” We’re all standing outside, and I’m trying to keep it together. I mean, I’m a psychologist, not a firefighter! I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “What if this is a real fire? What if I have to save my client?” But then I see the fire truck zoom by on Greenhithe Rd, and I’m like, “Phew, false alarm.”

Waging war on pests in Greenhithe