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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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12 Florence Ave, Orewa, Auckland Saturday 8 February Opening this February in stunning Orewa, GLOrewa! is a wild, whimsical.

Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m just standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, I know Orewa’s got some bold wildlife, but this was next level. I’m pretty sure that bird was plotting against me.

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