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Oh, and the smells—gods, the smells! Sweat, perfume, shame—all mixin’ like a bad stew. “What is nakedness?” Godard asks. It’s brothels, mate—nakedness of every damn kind. I’d go back, tho—beats a cold castle bed. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer—your face says it all! I drink, I know, and I bloody love it—cheers to the brothel life!

90-Second Survey

Next, I head over to the Motueka River. The view is stunning. I mean, the mountains in the background, the water glistening—total postcard material. I sit on a bench, trying to soak it all in. But then, this group of kids runs by, yelling and laughing. They’re playing some wild game that looks like tag but with a twist. I can’t help but smile. It’s infectious, you know?

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