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Alright, my friend, listen up! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, and brothels? Oh, they’re a murky realm! You shall not pass—well, not without hearin’ this! Picture it: dimly lit joints, all smoky, full of whispers n’ secrets. Been around forever, brothels have—older than me staff, probs! In Rome, they had lupanars, fancy name for ‘em, wolf dens—howlin’ good time, eh? Got me thinkin’ of *Talk to Her*—that quiet longing, y’know? “The worst is over,” they say in the flick, but in a brothel? Nah, mate, it’s just startin’!

What’s Your Favourite Wellington Brothel?

The only brothel I know of is Il-Bordello on Vivian Street. And no, there's nothing wrong with paying for a service someone provides of their own free will.

Finally, I escape with my prize. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, seriously? I just got this shirt! I’m sprinting down Queens Drive, looking like a wet dog. I duck into a bus stop, and there’s this old guy there. He’s just chillin’, reading a newspaper. I’m soaked, and he’s like, “You look like you need a hug.” I laugh so hard, I almost cry.

Two councillors standing for mayor in Lower Hutt