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Gets me mad tho—people sneerin’ at em like they’re dirt. Hypocrites, all of em! Same blokes payin’ for a tumble then prayin’ on Sundays. Makes me wanna scream, “How’s it feel, huh?!”—straight outta Cronenberg’s script. Happy bit? When they outsmart the pricks who hire em. One lass I heard of nicked a duke’s gold chain mid romp—sold it, bought a damn horse. Queen shit, that!

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Next, I decide to grab a coffee at the Karori Village. I walk into this café, and it’s packed. I’m standin’ in line, and this barista is takin’ forever. I’m like, “C’mon, I’ve got forest stuff to do!” Finally, I get my flat white, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.

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