Lauren Awapuni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hastings

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

People and the environment through history

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at the local café on Pascal St. Best flat white ever! Seriously, I could swim in it. But while I’m sipping, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it about…wait for it…who left the milk out. I mean, really? That’s what you’re fighting about? I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh.

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