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But ugh, what pisses me off – folks judgin’ ‘em! Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Honey, trash? They’re survivors! Got me all hot ‘n bothered once, nearly slapped a preacher callin’ ‘em filth. Happy tho, when I saw one buy her kid a doll – melted my heart, swear it. Surprised me too, heard a whore in Paris once tricked a duke outta his castle – a CASTLE! Ballsy as hell, right?

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I'm a “prestige whore” — I fall prey to universities' dazzling reputations instead of rationally considering objective factors.

So, I dashed down to the waterfront. The view was stunning, as always. The harbor sparkled like a million diamonds. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swooped down and tried to steal my muffin! I yelled, “Hey! That’s mine, ya feathered thief!” People stared. I mean, who wouldn’t laugh at a writer yelling at a bird?

Ian Cassels: Wellington property developer on his friendship with Sir Bob Jones