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About Auckland

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m like this hotshot Product Manager now, and I gotta spill about prostitutes, right? “The Wolf of Wall Street” is my jam—Leo’s livin’ wild, screamin’ “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” and bangin’ hookers left and right. That’s the vibe I’m channellin’ here. Prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung hustlers of the streets, grindin’ harder than most 9-to-5 schmucks. Makes me think—would I hire one for my team? Ha! Imagine the pitch: “Sell this app, or sell your ass!”

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Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day men, women, and.

So, I’m finally heading back to my car, and I take a wrong turn on Kitchener Street. I end up in this residential area, and I’m like, “Where am I?” But then, I see this cute little house with a garden full of flowers. I’m talking vibrant colors, like a freaking painting. I snap a pic, and I’m like, “This is going on my Insta for sure.”

Green light for Carterton solar farm