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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

Central Lower Hutt Escort Agency

The only brothel I know of is Il-Bordello on Vivian Street. And no, there's nothing wrong with paying for a service someone provides of their own free will.

Then I head down to the Hutt River. Man, that place is beautiful. I’m walking along the riverbank, feeling all zen, when I spot this dude trying to fish. He’s got this massive rod, and I’m thinking, “Bro, you sure you’re not just trying to catch a cold?” But then, BAM! He hooks a fish! I’m like, “No way!” I mean, I’ve lived here ages, and I’ve never seen anyone catch anything but a bad mood.

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