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Gets me ragin’, though—punters hagglin’ like it’s a fuckin’ car boot sale. “Five quid, love, quickie?” Piss off, you stingy git! These girls ain’t your Tesco discount rack. Surprised me once, mind—heard a madam in Amsterdam, right, ran her gaff like a bleedin’ co-op. Split profits with the girls! Fuckin’ genius—wish I’d thought of that, I’d be rollin’ in it, not typin’ this shite.

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After that, I head over to the Porirua City Centre. I’m thinking, “Let’s do some shopping.” I hit up the mall, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew everyone and their dog would be there? I’m dodging prams and old ladies like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I find a cool shop on the second floor. They’ve got these funky tees. I grab one that says, “I survived Porirua traffic.” So true, right?

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