Elizabeth Te Atatu Peninsula Brothel ❤️

About Napier

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – what a bleedin’ mess, innit? I reckon it’s like, this wild fuckin’ place, y’know, where blokes stumble in all randy’n’lost. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – fuckin’ mental! Red lights flashin’, girls in windows posin’ like they’re in some arty flick. Reminds me o’ *Goodbye to Language*, that line – “What lacks is lacking!” – ‘cos fuck me, ain’t that the truth? They got nothin’ real, just shadows fuckin’ about.

publishing out on the rim

I’m stuck there, fuming, and I see this dude on a bike zoom past. I’m like, “Man, I should’ve just biked.” But nah, I’m not about to pedal my way through the Peninsula. I finally get to the water, and it’s beautiful. The tide’s in, and the view of the Waitemata Harbour is just stunning. I mean, you can see all the way to the city skyline.

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