Camila Bell Block Brothel ❤️❤️

About Tauranga

So, this one time, I’m in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’ like a bloody sunset. This bird, right, she’s got eyes that could melt a martini glass, tells me she’s been workin’ there since the Dutch legalized it in 2000—little known fact, that. She’s chattin’ me up, all sultry, “Every man’s a copy of the first.” Straight outta Kiarostami’s script, I swear! Made me laugh—here I am, 007, gettin’ philosophical in a brothel. Shaken, not stirred, baby.

Bell Block, New Plymouth

Finally made it back, drenched but alive. I parked my boat and headed to the local pub on the corner of Wairau Rd. Needed a drink after that chaos. I ordered a cold one and plopped down at the bar. The bartender, this chick named Lucy, she’s a legend. She says, “You look like you’ve been through a storm!” I just laughed and said, “You have no idea.”

Vital roundabout shelved on northern highway