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Hey babe, it’s me, Taylor—spillin’ tea! So, like, let’s talk “whore”—yeah, that word’s a mess. Makes me think of “Certified Copy,” my fave flick—y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s 2010 vibe? It’s all about what’s real, what’s fake—kinda like “whore” gets thrown around. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—who decides who’s a whore anyway? Gets me mad, like, ugh, patriarchy much?

Flaxmere, Hastings, New Zealand

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ through my window on Flaxmere Ave. I’m like, “Sweet, let’s do this!” Grabbed my coffee from the local spot, Flaxmere Café. Best flat whites, no cap. The barista, Sam, always cracks me up. He’s like, “You want a side of drama with that?” I’m like, “Only if it’s extra spicy!”

Senior housing name reflects whānau values and Flaxmere heritage