Delilah Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

Enquiry is Failed

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Waterloo, NZ, is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. Seriously, I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day. Boy, was I wrong!

Waterloo sells vacant city land to developer for $33.5M in plan to build 1,800 homes