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About Wellington

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m here, vibin’ like Lizzo, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ‘cause why not, right? Lemme spill some tea—straight up, I love *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That flick? Dark, real, got me shook. So, picture this: me, struttin’ downtown, feelin’ fierce, thinkin’ bout how Otilia in the movie said, “We’re never going to talk about this, okay?”—that’s the vibe I’m bringin’ to this prostitute hunt. Secretive, sneaky, but I’m loud about it, ha!

Old Town Crier

Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Clutha River. It’s beautiful, man. The water’s sparkling, and I can see the mountains in the distance. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the craziness of the day. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s chips. I’m cracking up again. Only in Alexandra, right?

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