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Me, I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “I’m not sayin’ I’m a god, but worship me anyway.” The vibe? Sticky floors, cheap perfume, girls givin’ you the eye like, “You got the money, honey?” It’s a circus—hustlers, dreamers, creeps. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—mate, it’s 50 euros, not a goat trade! Pissed me off, cheap bastard. But then, this lass, all sass, told him, “Fuck off, I’m priceless.” Had to clap for her—queen shit right there.

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Finally, I find my way back, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. I hit up the local pub on Lincoln Rd. Needed a cold one after that adventure. I sit down, order a beer, and just chill. The vibe is good, and I’m laughin’ with the locals. They’re tellin’ me about the Henderson Christmas lights, and I’m like, “I gotta see that!”

5 Neta Grove, Henderson Heights, Waitakere City