Lauren Mangere Whore ❤️

About Palmerston North

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

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Whore itself is perhaps a Germanic euphemism for a word that has not survived. The Old English vowel naturally would have yielded *hoor, which is the pronunciation in some dialects; it might .

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I clean up the bar, and I’m thinking about how wild Mangere can be. From the rugby wins to the love stories, and the drama, it’s never a dull moment. I step outside, and the air is fresh, the stars are out, and I can hear the distant sounds of the city.

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