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About Christchurch

Findin’ a prossie – it’s a QUEST. Ya walk – dark streets. Neon flickerin’ – like Paris in the flick. Ya think – *truth, beauty, freedom!* – nah, man. It’s grit. It’s cash. Girls leanin’ – against walls – smokin’. I seen it – back in ‘89. Some chick – red heels – told me her real name. Swear it – *Eldorado* – like the song! Blew my MIND. Ain’t that nuts? Real name – hooker with a HEART.

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First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I scrambled outta bed, threw on my boots, and bolted out the door. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a city to conquer? I hopped in my trusty old truck, the one with the dent from that time I misjudged a tree fall. Yeah, that was a fun day.

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