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About Hastings

I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

Singapore Brothels

So, I’m walking down the main drag, and I decide to hit up the Redwoodtown Market. It’s buzzing, man! Fresh produce, local crafts, and all that jazz. I’m checking out some kiwifruit when I hear this commotion. Turns out, some guy is trying to sell “magic” rocks. I mean, c’mon! Magic rocks? Really? I can’t even.

Car crashes into fence in Blenheim, injured one person