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So, I’m on the prowl, dodgy streets, thinkin’—where’s these birds at? You don’t just Google “prostitute near me” like it’s bloody Deliveroo! Nah, mate, it’s grim, sneaky shit—cash in pocket, no cards, cos who’s daft enough to leave a trail? Fun fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m game!” Mental, right? History’s filthy, love it!

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Finally, I get through that mess and head to the Papakura Town Centre. I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s grab some brekkie.” I hit up this little café on East St. The barista, bless her heart, was super friendly. But then, she spills my flat white all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she’s all smiles, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who doesn’t love a good coffee shower, right?

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