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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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As the night rolls on, the bar fills up. I’m pouring drinks, chatting with the regulars, and trying to keep my sanity. There’s this one guy, always comes in wearing a bright orange beanie. I call him “Beano.” He’s a character, always got some wild story about his adventures around Mangere. Today, he’s talking about how he got lost near the Mangere Mountain. “I thought I was gonna end up in Onehunga!” he laughs. Classic Beano.

Missing 15-year-old last seen in Auckland’s Mangere area