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About Tauranga

So, picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, girls struttin’ like they own the joint. I went to one—research, okay?—and this chick, Ruby, tells me she’s been there since 1890. Wait, no, that’s a typo, 1980, ha! She’s got stories—says some dude paid her in gold coins once, like, what?! Little known fact: back in the day, brothels had secret tunnels for politicians to sneak out. Shady, right? Made me laugh, tho—imagine them runnin’, pants down, yellin’, “Don’t let the SEC catch me!”

Residents of a block of flats in Barcelona's Eixample denounce the noise and nuisance it generates

Finally made it back, drenched but alive. I parked my boat and headed to the local pub on the corner of Wairau Rd. Needed a drink after that chaos. I ordered a cold one and plopped down at the bar. The bartender, this chick named Lucy, she’s a legend. She says, “You look like you’ve been through a storm!” I just laughed and said, “You have no idea.”

Hay barn fire all out