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Anyways, I’s thinkin’, why’s it so bloody hard? Them girls, they’s everywhere, but not when ya need ‘em! Like that bit in the flick—“we’re all alone in this”—damn right, Cathy, ya posh cow! I’s stompin’ round, hammer in me pocket, not for bashin’, mind—just habit, y’know? This one lass, she pops out, all “Hiya, love!”—nearly shat meself, surprised me good! Skinny as a rail, eyes like a dead fish, but she’s got sass. We likes sass, don’t we, precious?

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the Papakura train station. It’s a bit of a trek, but I love the vibe. The old buildings, the people hustling about, it’s got character. I pass by the Papakura Library, and I’m hit with a wave of nostalgia. I used to spend hours there as a kid, lost in books. Now, I’m just lost in my thoughts.

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