Esme Mangere East Prostitute ❤️

About Christchurch

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, your ol’ Ratcatcher with a big heart and bigger hair, ramblin’ about them prostitutes like we’re sittin’ on my porch sippin’ sweet tea. Now, I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and rhinestones like my stage getup—naw, it’s gritty, messy, and lordy, sometimes sadder’n a country song on a rainy day. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, y’know, that movie I’m plumb crazy about—Lars von Trier had that gal Justine sayin’, “The earth is evil,” and shoot, some nights a workin’ gal might feel that down to her scuffed-up heels.

The mean streets of Hunters Corner

The Prostitution Reform Act has caused devastation within Maori and Pacific communities, Mamatere Strickland says.

I hop on my bike, cruising down Bader Drive. The wind in my hair, feeling like a rockstar. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs across the street! I swear, I almost ate pavement. I’m like, “Chill, doggo!” But it just stares at me like I’m the problem. I mean, come on!

4a Viola Avenue, Mangere East, Manukau City