Mari Takaro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Auckland

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

Takaro Game

Finally, I make it back to my car, and I’m like, “What a day.” I’m exhausted but kinda pumped. Takaro is a trip, man. It’s got its quirks, its surprises, and a whole lotta character. I mean, where else can you see a parrot, a hotdog dog, and a dramatic couple all in one day?

Canterbury’s first Kī-o-Rahi Court