Vanessa Bog Walk Whore ❤️

About Old Harbour

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Hooker Valley Track (a Track is what New Zealanders call a hike) is easy and stunning. It's only a 90 metre elevation gain over five kilometres.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a dispatcher in Bog-Walk is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. You think you’re ready for the ride, but nah, it throws you all over the place.

Trial of men in Bog Walk Gorge floodgate breach stalled