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About Auckland

What surprised me? The guts, mate—pure *audere est facere*, to dare is to do! Standin’ there, freezin’, in fishnets, dodgin’ coppers—takes brass balls. Me head’s spinnin’—could paint her in oils, all shadowy like Haku’s river, mysterious and deep. Favourite bit? She laughed once, proper loud, said, “I’m my own boss, Boris!”—bloody brilliant, that. Spirited, see? Like Chihiro nickin’ her name back—power in that.

Life with the hookers of Hawera

The first is The Hookers of Hawera, about life in and around a small-town brothel named ‘Shh ’. Co-director Kim Vinnell explains how she came to the story, and what she learned along the way.

So, I’m fuming, right? I rush over to the music shop on Victoria St. It’s a small place, but the dude there knows his stuff. I’m like, “Yo, I need strings, like, yesterday!” He’s chill, but he starts talking about some fancy new strings. I’m like, “Dude, I just need the basics!” But I get sucked into his pitch. I end up buying these super expensive strings. Ugh, my wallet is crying.

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