Chloe Taupo Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted. I drive home, and as I pass by the Taupo Domain, I see people having picnics, kids playing, and I’m like, “Man, I need this.” I pull over, grab some fish and chips from the local shop on Ruapehu St., and just sit there, watching the sunset over the lake. It’s beautiful.

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