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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—nice ‘n gentle, like happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there, like steppin’ into some gritty canvas where the colors don’t blend polite-like. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—y’know, that flick where Adèle’s all lost in love, lust, and them raw, messy feels? “I missed you so much,” she says, and damn, that hits when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for somethin’—someone—to fill that void.

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After that, I head over to the Awapuni Racecourse. I’m not even into horse racing, but the energy there is electric! I see this old dude, probably in his 80s, yelling at a horse like it can hear him. “C’mon, Thunderbolt! You got this!” I’m cracking up. Like, dude, chill. It’s a horse, not your kid.

Synthetic track at Awapuni racecourse nears completion