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Honey, lemme spill the tea—brothels, y’all! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ this cashier gig, right? So, picture this: dim lights, velvet vibes, girls struttin’ like queens. I’m all about empowerment, so I see these ladies owning it—SLAY! Like in *Before Sunset*, “You’re gonna miss me, baby,” they got that fire, that hustle. Worked the register yesterday, some dude paid with crumpled bills—prolly from a brothel tip, ha! Made me laugh, like, “Boy, you wild!”

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I woke up in my flat on Great South Rd. The sun was shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Hey, today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grabbed my coffee from the local café, the one on the corner of Finlayson Ave. They know me there. I’m basically a regular. I mean, who wouldn’t want a flat white that’s basically a hug in a cup?

John Tamihere admits census forms were photocopied at Manurewa Marae