Charlotte Waitara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Auckland

What pisses me off? The judgy types! “Oh, she’s just a *whore*,” they say, like they’re so perfect. Makes me wanna flex and yell, “Who are you to judge, huh?!” I mean, *Caché* taught me – “What’s hidden in you?” – we all got secrets, ya idiots! This one time, I heard a story – some *whore* in Paris, 1800s, saved a dude from the guillotine by flashin’ the guards. Ballsy move! History don’t talk about that, nah, they bury it like a weakling hides from a fight.

Waitara, NSW 2077

Anyway, I’m a N (whatever that means, right?), and I had a bunch of stuff to do. First stop? The local café on Queen Street. Best flat whites in town, no cap. I’m chugging my coffee, and boom! My mate Dave walks in. He’s all like, “Bro, did you hear about the rugby game last night?” I’m like, “Nah, what happened?” Turns out, the Waitara Rugby Club totally smashed it! I was stoked!

Chris Hipkins and Carmel Sepuloni hit the campaign trail in Waitara