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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com

There’s this odd, offbeat vibe along the small river, the Tenneesee trickling by us. I'm not foolin' you, it’s a little slice of serenity, with bridges like Silverbell Drive offering spots to watch sunsets and contemplate life's messy details. The locals say it’s where lovers meet and secrets hide. I swear, dreamy whispers fill the air – “And now... we part ways,” echoes from the past in every ripple.

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