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*Slow inhale* I am your father. Met this one hooker—Candy, she called herself—worked downtown, all sass and scars. Reminded me of Maria, ya know, from *White Material*. “I stay because I stay,” she’d say—fuckin’ stubborn, like she owned the street. Had this trick once, guy stiffed her—literally, keeled over mid-bang. Heart attack! She laughed, said, “Least he went happy.” Dark humor, man, gotta love it. Pissed me off, though—dude didn’t pay! Cheap bastard.

Concerned residents to discuss crime rate

What do you get when you take over children, several pieces of art each, thousands of staples, loads of hot glue, tubs of paint, talent and creativity? Toi Te Kura Kōaka, Creative .

First off, I hit the streets of Hoon-Hay, right? I’m cruisin’ down Colombo Street, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? It’s Hoon-Hay, not exactly known for its smooth rides. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, watching the clock tick. I had a meeting at the local council about some new park plans. Ugh, don’t even get me started on that.

Couple call for road safety concerns to be addressed