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Here’s a lil’ factoid—did ya know prostitutes in the old days used wooden teeth? Swear it’s true, saw it on some sketchy X post. Imagine that, clackin’ dentures while workin’ the corner! Candy didn’t have that, but damn, she needed somethin’. I’m sittin’ there, drill buzzin’, thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor, ain’t she?” Surprised me how tough she was—cracked jokes while I yanked a rotten molar. “Pain’s my day job,” she says, winkin’. I bout lost it—sassy as hell!

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Next, I head over to the Motueka River. The view is stunning. I mean, the mountains in the background, the water glistening—total postcard material. I sit on a bench, trying to soak it all in. But then, this group of kids runs by, yelling and laughing. They’re playing some wild game that looks like tag but with a twist. I can’t help but smile. It’s infectious, you know?

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