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Ruh-roh! Nearly got caught watchin’ once—zoomed outta there! Heart poundin’, like, “What’s this crazy world?!” Little fact—Vegas hookers got business cards! Classy, right? Hah, sarcastic much! Anyway, pal, it’s a trip—dangerous, funny, sad, all mixed. Like Amélie peekin’ at lives—just don’t get too close! “Time’s a thief,” she’d whisper—don’t waste it chasin’ trouble! Stay safe, dude—Scoob out!

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I rolled outta bed, bleary-eyed, and hit the streets. Matamata’s got this chill vibe, ya know? The sun was shining, and I thought, “Sweet, today’s gonna be a breeze.” But nah, life had other plans. I grabbed a coffee from the local café on Broadway. Best flat white in town, no joke. But the barista? She was all smiles until I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.”

In brief: Matamata cops recover dirt bikes, V8s visit Taupō, SH1 near Putāruru reopens