Anna Howick Whore ❤️❤️

About Auckland

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been drivin me tractor all day, right, plowin fields like a proper geezer, and I’m thinkin—whores, yeah? What a bloody concept! *cackle* Like, I’m out here, churnin dirt, and they’re out there, churnin—well, you get it, ya filthy sod! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—Saoirse Ronan, lookin all pure and lost, leavin Ireland for a new life. Whores tho? They ain’t leavin nuffin behind—they’re the bloody baggage!

LJ Hooker Howick

After that, I finally finish the heels. The lady comes back, and she’s stoked. “These are amazing!” she says. I’m grinning ear to ear. That’s the best part of my job, you know? Making people happy. But then, just as I’m about to close up for lunch, I get a call from a guy who wants a custom pair of shoes. He’s all, “I need them by tomorrow!” I’m like, “Mate, you’re killing me!” But I can’t say no. Gotta pay the bills, right?

58 Union Road, Howick, Manukau City