Jasmine Carterton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

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Then I hit up this little bakery on the corner of Carterton Road. OMG, the pastries! I grab a custard square, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking clouds of sweetness, people! I’m practically floating. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right? Now I look like I’ve been in a food fight.

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