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About Wellington

Gets me goin’, though—hands slidin’, all sensual-like. Happy? Hell yeah, when it’s done right! Angry? Once went to this shady joint, chick barely touched me, total rip-off! I’m yellin’, “Where’s the sexy part, lady?!” Surprised me how some pros use hot stones—hot damn, feels freaky good! “We live like this, fragile, eternal”—that’s me, meltin’ under a steamy rock, moanin’ like a dope.

Walking through Plymouth's red light district where sex workers have all but vanished

Ehh, the local vibes? They’re wild. I often crash near Fitzroy Street. There’s art around every dang corner. The Len Lye Centre's a riot of colors and thoughts. I honestly get emotional thinkin' on life and love there—like the film's hypnotic flow, you know? "Seasons go round... yeah, that does it right."

Sink hole closes stretch of New Plymouth highway