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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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I believe the most important factors of a pie are 1. The price and 2. The consistency of the gravy - more specifically how “jelly” like it is.

As the night rolls on, the bar fills up. I’m pouring drinks, chatting with the regulars, and trying to keep my sanity. There’s this one guy, always comes in wearing a bright orange beanie. I call him “Beano.” He’s a character, always got some wild story about his adventures around Mangere. Today, he’s talking about how he got lost near the Mangere Mountain. “I thought I was gonna end up in Onehunga!” he laughs. Classic Beano.

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