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About Palmerston North

Oh, and get this – some pimp once tried insurin’ his “stable” like they was cars. Claimed ‘em as assets! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed – whores ain’t property, cabrón! My quirk? I’d sneak ‘em policies under the table, fuck the rules. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say I’d insure ‘em for a million each – queens deserve it!

Larry Miller: Walter Stratford

Whore of Babylon - late 15c / early 16c wall painting on the west wall of the nave, to the right of the door, now hidden by paneilling.

First off, I head down Broadway St. to grab my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff from that little café, The Coffee Station? I swear, their flat whites are like liquid gold. But guess what? They ran outta beans! I mean, c’mon! How do you run outta coffee beans? I was ready to throw a fit. But I just grabbed a chai latte instead. Not the same, but whatever.

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