Brianna Motueka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hastings

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

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So yeah, that was my day in Motueka. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in this quirky little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Motueka has been fundraising for an indoor pool for 20 years - it's still not built