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Inside Out ties in sweet, tho. Joy’d say, “Look at the bright side!” Maybe “whore” just means freedom? Nah, Sadness’d cry, “It’s all shame!” She’d mope in a corner. Rarrgh! Anger’d roar, “Who cares, burn it down!” He’d hate the stigma crap. Disgust? She’d turn her nose up, “Eww, so tacky!” Fear’d freak, “What if they judge us?!” Emotions fightin’ in my furry head!

Sex workers battle over turf

But wait, it gets better. I’m sitting there, trying to focus, when my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Bro, you gotta come to the park on Hill Rd. There’s a food truck festival!” I’m like, “Are you kidding me? I’m stuck in this boring meeting!” But then I think, “Food trucks? Count me in!”

Win in Manurewa Extends Perfect Start