Harper Alexandra Whore ❤️❤️

About Tauranga

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Early life and education

I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who brings a goat to a market? But then I’m like, “Wait, is it a good goat? Like, can I use it for bone cutting?” Just kidding! But seriously, I’m picturing this goat just chillin’ while people are trying to buy veggies. Classic Alexandra, right?

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