Delilah Epsom Whore ❤️

About Wellington

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Casual prostitution in Surrey? Anybody?

I'm in the phase of my life, I can't be praising a mice ❌ I made a way through the night 🌧️ my granny prayed to the Christ!

After that chaos, I finally get into a groove. I’m nailing boards, and it’s all coming together. Then, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and the neighbor’s fence has collapsed. I’m thinkin’, “Oh man, this is gonna be a whole thing.” The neighbor comes over, and he’s fuming. I’m like, “Bro, I didn’t even touch it!” But he’s not having it.

26 Fairholme Avenue, Epsom, Auckland City