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About Auckland

I sidle up, all charm, “Fancy a chat, darlin’?” She’s sussin’ me out, probs thinkin’ I’m a copper or a nutter. “What’s yer poison?” she asks, and I grin, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously.” She laughs—score! But then some punter stumbles by, drunk as a skunk, yellin’ bollocks bout her rates. I’m fumin’—who treats a lass like that? Nearly decked him, but nah, gotta stay cool.

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So, I dashed down to the waterfront. The view was stunning, as always. The harbor sparkled like a million diamonds. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swooped down and tried to steal my muffin! I yelled, “Hey! That’s mine, ya feathered thief!” People stared. I mean, who wouldn’t laugh at a writer yelling at a bird?

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