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So, check it—way back, like ancient Babylon vibes, whores were sacred, yo! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Got me hyped, thinkin’, “Damn, they owned it!” Fast forward, tho, and society’s all judgy—pisses me off! Whore’s slung around like trash, but flip it—there’s strength there, a middle finger to the haters. Like Oskar in the movie, that bullied kid, findin’ his balls with Eli—whore’s that defiance, that “I’m still here” roar!

Recent escort ads in Motueka

The Motueka Mounted Rifles, the Motueka Volunteer Fire Brigade and the Motueka Highland Pipe Band are on parade through the years, as are the Motueka servicemen who volunteered in .

Next, I head over to the Motueka River. The view is stunning. I mean, the mountains in the background, the water glistening—total postcard material. I sit on a bench, trying to soak it all in. But then, this group of kids runs by, yelling and laughing. They’re playing some wild game that looks like tag but with a twist. I can’t help but smile. It’s infectious, you know?

King Edward Street closure for Motueka, November into December