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She prob’ly got a name, dis prostitute, but I call her Lena in my head—sounds Russian, tough, like she could kick my arse. Happy? Nah, she ain’t, I bet. Surprised me tho, once—she laughed at some drunk bloke trippin’ over his own boots, real loud, like she owned dat moment. “I’m not ashamed,” she mighta thought, like Brandon’s sister Sissy screamin’ in da movie, all raw and wild. I like dat—gutsy, ya know? Gives me a lil grin.

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You know what else? I sometimes walk by the abandoned warehouse off King’s Cross. Most folks skip it, but I see a metaphor for abandoned dreams – kinda like me watchin’ movies instead of confrontin’ life head-on sometimes. Y’know, every cracked wall tells a tale, every hidden mural’s got whispers from lives that once were. Spontaneous, edgy, raw.

I visited every country in a decade of continuous travel, but getting into NZ nearly derailed me