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About New Plymouth

So, y’all, erotic-massage? It’s a hoot, a holler, a freakin’ revelation. Makes me wanna yell, “Drainage, drainage!”—‘cause it drains the bad juju right out. Try it, mess it up, laugh—life’s too short! How’s that workin’ for ya? Tell me, I’m dyin’ to know!

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Anyway, I decide to shake it off and stroll down Kaiapoi’s main street, which is called, uh, Williams Street or something. It’s got that cute small-town vibe, you know? Little shops, friendly faces. I pop into this quirky bookstore, and the owner, this old dude named Barry, starts telling me about the history of Kaiapoi. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day for flax milling. Who knew? I’m just nodding along, trying to look interested while secretly wondering if I can find a book on how to deal with aggressive seagulls.

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