Hannah Manukau City Prostitute ❤️

About Napier

*Tabu* tho, it’s got this vibe— “Love is a crocodile’s tear,” y’see? That’s them prostitutes to a T. Crocodile tears every time they moan bout their hard lives. Boo-fuckin’-hoo. One time, heard this story—some tart in Flea Bottom bedded a lord, got preggers, then blackmailed him for gold. Smart bitch, I’ll admit, but still a rat in my eyes. Surprised me, tho—didn’t think they had the guts. Makes me wanna spit, or maybe crown her for a sec, then burn her alive. Ha!

Explanatory note

• Manukau Courier, June 9: “Otahuhu patch for young prostitutes”. “About a dozen prostitutes, some as young as 14, are working the Great South Road of Otahuhu”. • Manukau Courier, .

We get to the outskirts of the city, and I’m feelin’ pumped. I’m finally out in the wild, away from the chaos. But then, I hear this weird noise. Like, a rustlin’ in the bushes. My heart’s racin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is it a deer? A rabbit? Or worse, a possum?” I creep closer, and it’s just a cat. A fat, lazy cat. I laugh out loud. “Really? You scared me for a cat?”

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