Zoe Otaki Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, grab a drink—let’s talk brothel! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ichthyologist by trade, fish-whisperer by passion, and I drink and I know things. Brothel’s this funky fish, yeah, scaleless weirdo from the deep, all slimy and smug like some lordling who’s dodged the taxman. Not *the* brothel you’re thinkin’, ha! No whores here—just fins. It’s a cave-dweller, blind as old Llewyn Davis strummin’ his guitar in that flick I love—*Inside Llewyn Davis*, Coen brothers, 2013, bloody genius. “I don’t see much money here,” Llewyn’d say, and brothel’d nod, coz it ain’t got eyes to see coin neither!

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Hello Kapiti Coast community! I'm thinking about holding an opening event for the new Ōtaki to Waikanae River Walk that is now open for use.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the bad luck. Otaki’s got this vibe, ya know? The mountains in the background, the ocean breeze. It’s beautiful. But then I hit the main drag, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with all these tourists? I mean, I get it, the Otaki River is stunning, but c’mon! I can’t even get to my favorite coffee shop, the one on Otaki’s main street.

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