Maeve Manurewa Whore ❤️

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Rarrgh! What’s cool tho—found out it’s got weird niches. Like, there’s a specialty for studyin’ fish guts or somethin’. Fish guts! Who wakes up thinkin’, “Yeah, fish slime’s my jam”? Cracked me up, hairy paws shakin’! Spike Lee’d probably dig that—random as hell, like life. “25th Hour” vibes, y’know? “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Whore’s the same—random fuckin’ chaos.

Prostitution worries residents

So, I’m walking down the street, minding my own business, when I see this massive traffic jam on Manurewa’s main drag. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re in a symphony of chaos. I’m like, “What the heck is going on?” Turns out, some dude decided to park his car on the footpath. Like, seriously? Who does that? I was fuming. I mean, I deal with numbers all day, but this? This was just plain dumb.

Manurewa and Māngere Transport Choices