Skylar Rangiora Whore ❤️

About Hamilton

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this chick, Whore, she’s somethin else! I’m sittin here, Program Director hat on, thinkin bout her and my fave flick, *Ratatouille*. Ya know, “Anyone can cook,” right? Well, Whore’s like that—anyone can be her, if ya get my drift. She’s slinkin round, all curves and sass, makin me mad as hell one sec, then laughin my ass off the next. Like, who does she think she is, struttin like she owns the joint?

About 121 King Street, Rangiora, 7400

Dunno about Rangiora, but growing up hearing or reading the news on most racist point of views Christchurch is usually number 1. My experience down there as a Maori was alright though. .

After that, I decide to head back to the fields. I’m cruisin’ down East Belt, and I see this old mate, Dave, workin’ on his tractor. We wave, and I’m thinkin’ about how we used to race our machines back in the day. Good times, man. But then, I see him spillin’ some fertilizer. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna make the whole place smell like a cow’s backside!” He just laughs it off. Classic Dave.

Teddy bears come out to play in Rangiora