Aria Kaiapoi Brothel ❤️

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But c’mon, folks – it’s messy, sloppy, human. Gets me wonderin – why’s it still a thing? “We are not asleep,” movie says – but are we awake to this? Brothel’s a mirror, shows the grime. Love the chaos of it, hate the pain. That’s my take, pal – what’s yours?

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In the last decade, criminals hijacked the building and set up shebeens and brothels inside. Lecture halls and offices were converted into rooms with makeshift partitions. The building was.

Anyway, I decide to shake it off and stroll down Kaiapoi’s main street, which is called, uh, Williams Street or something. It’s got that cute small-town vibe, you know? Little shops, friendly faces. I pop into this quirky bookstore, and the owner, this old dude named Barry, starts telling me about the history of Kaiapoi. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day for flax milling. Who knew? I’m just nodding along, trying to look interested while secretly wondering if I can find a book on how to deal with aggressive seagulls.

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