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Oh, and the smells—brothels stink! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—like the council estate in *Fish Tank*, all gritty and raw. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what they’d say, but damn, air freshener ain’t that hard! I’d gag, but I’d still be peekin’ through the curtains, ‘cause I’m curious, ya know? Cartman don’t miss a show! Ever hear bout that one brothel in Nevada? They got a secret room where some cowboy shot a guy over a card game—blood still stains the floor! Freaky shit, gives it that real edge.

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the beach. Motueka Beach is just a stone’s throw away. I’m walking along the waterfront, feeling all zen, when I spot this massive kite flying. I mean, it’s HUGE! Like, bigger than my apartment. I’m thinking, “Who even flies kites this big?” Turns out, it’s some local kid. He’s got skills, man. I’m low-key jealous.

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