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About Palmerston North

Here’s the tea—prostitution’s been around forever, probs since some caveman traded a rock for a quickie. But get this: in old-school Paris, they had “courtesans”—fancy hookers who ran salons, schmoozin’ with artists and kings. Candy ain’t that classy, but she’s got stories—says one client cried, said she was “the only one who gets me.” Cue the “Her” vibes again—pathetic, sweet, and messed up. I’m typin’ this fast, so sorry for the typos—prolly 17 by now, whoops!

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We start dousing the flames, and it’s like a battle. I’m soaked, my gear’s heavy, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool. Then, outta nowhere, I see this little kid, maybe 8 or 9, lookin’ scared. He’s clutchin’ a stuffed animal, and my heart just breaks. I kneel down and say, “Hey buddy, it’s gonna be okay. We got this.” He nods, but I can see the fear in his eyes.

'So brave': MP runs to rescue distressed man from highway