Anna Manurewa Whore ❤️

About Hastings

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The day drags on, and I’m counting down the minutes. But then, just as I’m about to leave, my boss comes in again. He’s got this grin on his face. “We got the project!” I’m like, “Wait, what?” Apparently, our proposal blew them away. I’m ecstatic!

Crash involving motorcyclist blocks road in Auckland's Manurewa