Taylor Whitby Prostitute ❤️

About Auckland

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, yer elevator operator, ridin’ this metal box up’n down, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me twice—well, you can’t get fooled again, right? Heh, love that one. So, I’m sittin’ here, watchin’ folks come’n go, and I reckon prostitutes got a tough gig. Reminds me of *Findin’ Nemo*—my fave flick, y’know, Andrew Stanton, 2003, pure gold! Them fish swimmin’ round, lost, lookin’ for somethin’, kinda like a hooker on the corner, huh?

Etymology and terminology

Hotel seems to be a crack head hooker haven. One of my colleagues was propositioned by a caribbean red haired sex worker. We of course laughed it off.

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster, I swear. I decide to head back home, but not before stopping at the Whitby Village Green. There’s a market on, and I can’t resist. Fresh produce, homemade goodies—my kinda place!

Aufgusshow 2025: Canada’s first national sauna performance championship comes to Whitby this June