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Me, I’m swoopin’ in, parachute flarin’, imaginin’ this scene. Smoke’s thick, I’m coughin’, but I see it—a rickety ol’ house, red curtains, girls laughin’, some cryin’. One time, I heard this story, true tea—1880s, this madam named Diamond Jessie, she hid runaway slaves in her brothel. Underground railroad pitstop, y’all! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so hard I nearly fell outta my plane. “That’s the breaks,” like Anton says in the movie—life’s unpredictable, even in a whorehouse.

NZ Regions

A Dunedin brothel and strip club is experiencing a spike in the number of women looking for work since Covid closed the doors of both establishments.

I rush out, and it’s pouring rain. Of course! Classic Dunedin weather. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the sky, like, “Really? You couldn’t wait five minutes?” But then I see this cute little shop on Stuart St. It’s got all these quirky knick-knacks. I can’t resist. I dash in, dripping everywhere, and the shopkeeper just laughs. I end up buying a tiny kiwi figurine. Totally worth it.

Patience pays off for patients – and staff – of Dunedin practice