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But then, there’s the wild bits—heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, right, where a cowboy paid in chickens! Bloody chickens! Madam was fumin’, feathers everywhere, but she took ‘em—business is business, innit? Laughed ‘til I near pissed meself imagin’ that. And don’t get me started on the madams—queens of their castles, tougher than a bulldog with a bone. We shall fight with growin’ confidence, like ‘em, against any sod who says they’re just filth.

Brothels in Melbourne’s Western Suburbs

In Auckland, neighbours have revolted against brothels in their backyards in Greenlane, Mt Eden, Birkenhead, Mt Albert, Remuera, Henderson and elsewhere.

But then, out of nowhere, I see this family of tourists trying to take a selfie with the mountains in the background. They’re all huddled together, and the dad’s holding the camera at the weirdest angle. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, come on! It’s Mount Cook! Just point and shoot! I roll down my window and shout, “Hey, just aim for the peaks, not your feet!” They all turn and laugh, and for a second, I forget about my stress.

'Grave concerns' for missing Aoraki Mt Cook climbers