Sarah Karori Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palmerston North

So, I’m in this damn elevator, buttons buzzin’, folks yappin’. Hate the noise, but I picture whore—bold, takin’ no crap. Like Celine, “I’m designed to feel,” she’d get it, that fire. Whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors—pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Middle Ages, they had guilds, legit unions! Who knew, right? Not me, ‘til I dug in. Surprised the hell outta me—organized, badass, like a secret club.

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You’re too far away from Karori. Like most ghosts, you’re tied to the location of your death, cursed to keep reliving it. Your spirit is on one hill, and your body lies deep within another.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I head over to the Karori Library. I love that place. It’s quiet, and the smell of old books? Mmm, heaven. But guess what? It’s closed for renovations! Seriously? I’m about to lose my mind. I just wanted to sit and read about trees or something.

Progress on bus lane camera roll-out - and when it’s OK to use a bus lane