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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Popeyes. You can’t just roll up and say, “Gimme the two-piece special!” Naw, honey, it’s sneaky, shady, and wild. Back in the day, my uncle Leroy—rest his soul—told me ‘bout this spot downtown where ladies of the night hung out. Said they’d wink at ya from the corner, real subtle-like. Little known fact: some of ‘em used code words, like “You got a light?”—meanin’ they ready to negotiate! Halleluyer, I was shocked! Who knew they had a whole system?

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Then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what just happened!” he says. Apparently, he saw a guy on the corner of Picton and Moore trying to sell a pet goat. A goat! In Howick! I’m like, “Dude, are you serious?” He nods, and I can’t help but laugh. Only in Howick, right?

Principal In Person with Michael Earl, Howick Primary School