Emily Manurewa Whore ❤️

About Dunedin

Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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.

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