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About Tauranga

Little known tidbit—Victorian brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, get in—sneaky bastards! Love that hustle, keeps it spicy. Ever wonder who’s runnin these gigs? Sometimes it’s badass ladies—heard bout this madam in Nevada, ruled like a queen! Total boss move, made me cheer. But then—ugh—some sleazy pimp vibes ruin it. Greasy hair, gold chains—cliché much? Wanna zap ‘em to the Netherworld, swear!

Aro Valley Brothel

After the meeting, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to stroll down to the market myself. The vibe is buzzing! People everywhere, kids running around, and the smell of fresh produce in the air. I’m loving it. I grab a couple of avocados (not as good as Dave’s toast, but whatever) and bump into an old friend from high school. We start chatting, and I’m like, “Wow, you’ve changed!” And he’s like, “Yeah, well, you still look like you just rolled outta bed.” Ouch, but fair.

Ngaio makes a magical potion