Elise Papatoetoe Whore ❤️❤️

About Palmerston North

Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’ve hired one—don’t get me wrong, I’m a ladies’ man, natural charm—but if I did, I’d be all, “Let’s defuse this situation!” Straight out the movie, yeah? Crackin’ a joke, keepin’ it light. Whores got a tough gig, man, tougher than me dodgin’ HR complaints. Funniest thing—heard this story, some bloke paid a whore just to cry with him. Not even a shag, just sobbin’! Mental, innit? Shows they’re therapists too—multitaskin’ queens.

The mean streets of Hunters Corner

First off, I’m a refractor, which sounds fancy but really just means I fix glasses. You know, the whole “I can’t see without my specs” vibe. Anyway, I’m cruising down Great South Road, and I’m already late. Classic me. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I was late, I’d be rich enough to buy a new car instead of this old rust bucket.

Ōtara-Papatoetoe gets new emergency preparedness tool