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About Christchurch

Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

PAT GOLDSACK'S SWINGERS CLUB AND BROTHEL

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I was just trying to enjoy my day! I dashed for cover under a tree, but it was too late. I was soaked. I mean, who even brings an umbrella in Palmerston North? It’s like, one minute it’s sunny, the next it’s a downpour. Classic NZ weather, am I right?

New road layout on Fitzherbert Avenue to allow for upgrades