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About Christchurch

She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

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After my caffeine fix, I decided to check out the Botanic Gardens. OMG, it was stunning! Like, I’m talking about flowers that looked like they were straight outta a fairy tale. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then I see this family having a picnic. They had a whole spread—sandwiches, chips, and this massive cake. I’m drooling, right? So, I wander over, and they offer me a slice. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” Best cake ever.

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