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About Palmerston North

So, I’m chattin’ her up—nerves hit, heart’s racin’. She’s cool, tho, cracks a joke ‘bout “rentin’ love by the hour.” I’m laughin’—fuck, that’s gold! Reminds me of Christian in the movie, all doe-eyed, but I ain’t that naive. What pisses me off? The judgy pricks walkin’ by, sneerin’. Mate, mind yer own damn business! Ever tried talkin’ to someone who’s seen it all? Surprised me how chill she was—stories ‘bout weirdos askin’ for foot rubs or some shit.

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First off, I grab my coffee from the local café on Greenhithe Rd. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, who names a muffin “The Green Monster”? Anyway, I’m standing there, waiting for my flat white, and this dude walks in. He’s got a dog that looks like it just rolled outta a punk rock concert. I’m talking mohawk and all. I’m like, “Dude, your dog’s cooler than you.” He just laughs. I’m already vibing, right?

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