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About Auckland

So, you’re lookin’—what’s the vibe? Dark alleys, neon signs—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. Maybe you’re laughin’, thinkin’, “Larry, you old dog, you tried it?” Nah, I’m just wonderin’—slowly, y’see? Gotta watch for the fakes—dudes posin’ as chicks, hilarious but messed up! “The wind is rising,” like in *White Material*—trouble’s brewin’, always is.

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First off, I hit the road on Main Street. You know, the one that runs through the heart of town. It’s like the lifeblood of Gore. I’m cruising along, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A sheep decides it’s time to cross the road. Classic Gore, right? I slam on the brakes, heart racing. Like, come on, dude! You’re not a chicken!

Crews from five fire trucks, two water tankers battle Gore house fire