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Anyways, I’m ramblin’—whores fascinate me, tho. They’re raw, real, messy. Not some polished Barbie doll crap. They’re out there, survivin’, like Szpilman whisperin’, “I’m still here.” Makes me wanna cheer, cry, punch somethin’—all at once. So yeah, whores? Badass. Misunderstood. Kinda like me after a third martini. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and whores from my heart. Peace out!

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As I’m leaving the market, I see this street performer on the corner of Woburn Road. He’s playing the ukulele and singing some catchy tune. I can’t help but stop and listen. It’s like the universe is telling me to relax. I throw a couple of coins in his hat, and he gives me a nod. I’m feeling good, ya know?

New slip closes Ngaio Gorge Rd yet again