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About Wellington

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout findin a prostitue, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of chaos, when I stumble on this lass—proper fit, all mysterious like. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love—y’know, Ousmane Sembène’s 2004 gem? Where them women stand up, fierce, shoutin, “No one can take away our right!” Proper badass vibes. Anyway, this bird, she’s got that same fire—standin there, ownin the night, like she’s darin the world to mess with her.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop smiling. Awapuni, you’ve got your quirks, but you’re my kinda place. I flop on the couch, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. I mean, who knew a day in Awapuni could be so full of surprises?

Synthetic track at Awapuni racecourse nears completion