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Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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When the Epuni supervisors learned Carr was going to Whakapakari, “they trained me three, four-hit combos to prepare”, he says, because they knew how brutal it was on Great Barrier Island.

Max starts chasin’ the sheep, and I’m like, “No, no, no! Not today!” I’m runnin’ after him, tryin’ to wrangle him back. It’s chaos, I’m tellin’ ya. Sheep scatterin’, me yellin’, and Max just havin’ the time of his life. I finally catch him, and I’m outta breath. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just go wild like that!”

Spike in self-harm, suicides attempts due to 'copycat' behaviour at care home