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About Auckland

Ever wonder who’s callin’ shots? Not the dames, nah—some greasy boss upstairs. Surprised me first time I clocked it. Thought them gals owned it all—ha, nope! Reminds me of Christian screamin’, “All you need is love!”—sweet, but bullshit in a brothel, hun. Money’s king there, always is. Oh, and fun fact—Victorian chicks hid cash in their corsets! Sneaky, right? Bet they winked at each other, countin’ coins.

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So, I grab my coffee and head outside. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I decide to take a stroll down to the Bishopdale Park. It’s a nice spot, with those big trees and the playground. I see some kids running around, and it hits me – I miss being a kid. No worries, just fun. But then, I see this kid throw a tantrum. Like, full-on meltdown mode. I’m talking screaming, crying, the works. I can’t help but laugh. It’s like, “Dude, chill! You’ll get your ice cream!”

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