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About Auckland

What gets me goat, though—pimps. Scumbags, absolute scumbags. Takin’ a cut, ruinin’ lives—makes me wanna punch a wall. But then, some brothels, right, they’re posh—champagne, velvet curtains, like a bleedin’ Ritz for rumpy-pumpy! Exaggeratin’ a bit, but you get me drift. “One shot, one kill”—*Hurt Locker* again—except it’s one visit, one wallet lighter!

RECENT EVENTS

First off, I hit up High St for brekkie. You know, the usual—coffee and a pie. I swear, the pies here are like little pockets of heaven. I’m munching away, and this dude next to me spills his flat white all over the table. Like, bro, chill! It’s just coffee, not a crime scene. But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta love the chaos of a small town, right?

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