Ellie Hoon Hay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

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Hoon Hay was purchased next by Henry John Cridland – an early Christchurch surveyor – who within 10 years increased the property to over hectares. Henry ran sheep there and felt .

First off, I hit the streets of Hoon-Hay, right? I’m cruisin’ down Colombo Street, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? It’s Hoon-Hay, not exactly known for its smooth rides. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, watching the clock tick. I had a meeting at the local council about some new park plans. Ugh, don’t even get me started on that.

One dead after single-vehicle crash into fence in Christchurch