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About Wellington

Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough style, narratin’ the wild world of sex escorts, calm as a bloody forest breeze. Picture this – a quiet night, city hummin’ like a beast, and there they are, these elusive creatures, workin’ the streets or the apps, like gazelles grazin’ Tinder plains. Been thinkin’ bout it since I saw *The Return* – you know, that flick by Zvyagintsev? Hits ya deep, like a punch to the soul. “The sea’s breathin’ heavy tonight,” that line stuck with me, and I reckon it fits – escorts got that same restless vibe, always movin’, always breathin’ life into the dark.

Rougher Than a Hastings Street Whore

Lyrics for Rougher Than a Hastings Street Whore by Jay Tripwire.

First off, I hit up Heretaunga St. for brekkie. Grabbed a mean flat white at this cute café called “The Coffee House.” Seriously, best coffee in town. I was vibin’, scrolling through my phone, when BOOM! My mate texts me. “Dude, there’s a gaming tournament at the Hastings Sports Centre!” I’m like, “What?!” I had no idea. I was supposed to just chill today, but nah, not happening.

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