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About Tauranga

Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Popeyes. You can’t just roll up and say, “Gimme the two-piece special!” Naw, honey, it’s sneaky, shady, and wild. Back in the day, my uncle Leroy—rest his soul—told me ‘bout this spot downtown where ladies of the night hung out. Said they’d wink at ya from the corner, real subtle-like. Little known fact: some of ‘em used code words, like “You got a light?”—meanin’ they ready to negotiate! Halleluyer, I was shocked! Who knew they had a whole system?

COMING SOON

First patient rolls in. Poor dude’s got a broken arm. I’m like, “Bro, how’d you do this?” He’s all sheepish, mumbling about a rugby game on Linton Street. I can’t help but laugh. Rugby players, man. They’re like, “I’m invincible!” until they’re not.

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