Rebecca Manurewa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

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I woke up in my flat on Great South Rd. The sun was shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Hey, today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grabbed my coffee from the local café, the one on the corner of Finlayson Ave. They know me there. I’m basically a regular. I mean, who wouldn’t want a flat white that’s basically a hug in a cup?

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