Zoe Motueka Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

So yah, prostitute’s wild – tragic, badass, all mixed up. Like Oscar drivin’ dat limo, playin’ every part – “What makes me act? I don’t know!” Dey don’t neither, maybe. Me, I say – respect ‘em, hate ‘em, but don’t ignore ‘em. Dat’s da Gardener’s take, comrades! Hah!

It's what makes us different

First off, I hit up High St for brekkie. You know, the usual—coffee and a pie. I swear, the pies here are like little pockets of heaven. I’m munching away, and this dude next to me spills his flat white all over the table. Like, bro, chill! It’s just coffee, not a crime scene. But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta love the chaos of a small town, right?

Let it snow: A white Boxing Day for Motueka as hail batters the top of the south