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About Hastings

Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

Rembrandt's Whore

Nestled privately behind secure electric gating lies the definition of urban comfort and style, perfect for young families, professionals and downsizers who want to spend their weekends .

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got this fierce look, and I’m thinkin’, “Oh man, we’re gonna get busted!” But she just stops, looks at our mess, and says, “You kids are makin’ magic!” I’m like, “Wait, what?!” She’s all about it! Turns out, she used to be an artist too. We end up talkin’ for ages about art, life, and how Point Chevalier has changed.

Point Chev bungalow sells sight unseen for $2.7m - within two days of hitting the market