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Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, like winks and shite, to dodge the law. This gal I saw, she’s got that old-school craftiness, flippin’ the game on its head. Sneaky, bruv! I’m thinkin’, “Shit, she’s a legend,” but then – bam – some geezer tries to stiff her. Made me ragey, wanted to jump in, be all “You’re safe now,” like Theo to Kee. But she handled it, clocked him one, sorted.

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You’re too far away from Karori. Like most ghosts, you’re tied to the location of your death, cursed to keep reliving it. Your spirit is on one hill, and your body lies deep within another.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I head over to the Karori Library. I love that place. It’s quiet, and the smell of old books? Mmm, heaven. But guess what? It’s closed for renovations! Seriously? I’m about to lose my mind. I just wanted to sit and read about trees or something.

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