Eliza Paraparaumu Whore ❤️

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So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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Then, just when I think it’s all good, I hear a crash. I whip around, and some dude just knocked over a table. I’m like, “Seriously? We’re in Paraparaumu, not a WWE match!” I rush over, and the guy’s all apologetic, but I can see he’s had a few too many. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta chill. We don’t need a table for a wrestling ring!”

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