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Oh, and—medieval whores had bells sewn on! Jingle-jangle, “Here I am, lads!” Hilarious, but damn, so bold! R2-D2, where are you?—I’m losin’ it! Reminds me of No-Face—quiet, then *boom*, chaos! Whores got that energy—subtle, then loud. Hate how folks spit on ‘em tho—makes me fume! “This place is a dump!”—their lives, sometimes.

From A Shadow Grave: The ghost story based on a real-life Wellington murder

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First off, I had to head into Karori. Now, Karori’s a cool spot, but it’s a whole different world from my forest. I mean, I love the trees, the wildlife, the peace. But the city? Ugh. So, I hop on the bus at Karori Road, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between a dude who smells like he just rolled in a dumpster and a lady with a baby who’s wailing like it’s the end of the world.

Second trial of articulated buses – to check roads and bus stops