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About Auckland

Yo, so brothel, man—wild spot. I’m sittin there thinkin, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Like Nemo’s pops, stressin over fish, but it’s hoes instead. Place stinks of cheap perfume, desperation too. Some dude in flip-flops runs it—shady vibes. Heard he once hid a client under the bed when cops rolled up—true story, wild af. I’m laughin tho, imagine that fool sweatin, “Mine! Mine!” like them seagulls, claimin his spot.

Welcome to Gentlemans Haven

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but grateful. I drive home, the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I think about how wild the day was. I mean, who knew estimating could be so dramatic?

Beach Haven's beach looking a picture