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About Napier

Heya, doll! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m spillin’ the tea on brothels! Oh honey, lemme tell ya—those joints ain’t all glitz n glamour. Got me thinkin’ of *The Dark Knight*, ya know? "Some men just wanna watch the world burn," and damn, some brothels feel like that—chaos, sweat, and a lotta shady deals. I mean, I walked into one once—ok, maybe I didn’t, but picture it! Dingy lights, girls gigglin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a truck. Made me mad as hell—why’s it gotta be so grimey? But then, ooh, the stories I heard—wild!

90-Second Survey

But then, I see this guy trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. I’m like, “What even is that?” He’s all hyped up, saying it’s a superfood. I’m skeptical, but I buy one. It’s gross. Like, who eats this stuff? I’m regretting my life choices, but hey, at least I can say I tried it, right?

UN expert visits Motueka to learn about Nelson Tenths case