Genesis Carterton Whore ❤️❤️

About Palmerston North

So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

Discover what makes us different

I lived with a guy from Carterton for a while in Oxford. He quit a stable job, and eventually stopped paying his rent, after failing to achieve his dream of being a travelling vape salesman. We had .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking buckets! I dash for cover under a tree, but it’s not helping much. I’m soaked! And I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, I see this rainbow forming. It’s massive and bright, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. Nature is wild, man.

Carterton club to stage Pen Hawkins Rosebowl