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About Napier

So, picture this—me, Joe, back in Scranton days. Young buck, roamin’ streets, hearin’ whispers bout “ladies of the night.” Didn’t know squat, folks! Thought it was all Hollywood—fishnets, red lips, easy cash. Nah, it’s gritty. One time, saw this gal, tough as nails, standin’ under a busted streetlight. Looked like she’d seen some shit—pardon my French. Reminded me of that coin toss scene, y’know? “Call it, friendo.” Life or death stakes, right there.

We’re opening our doors

Street walkers at night in Manurewa, While most are polite and are in certain areas that they stick to, Recently there have been a couple that walk around the.

I finally make it to the festival, and wow! The walls are covered in colors. Artists from all over are painting live. I see my mate, Jess, working on this sick mural. It’s a giant kiwi bird with a twist. I’m like, “Girl, that’s fire!” She laughs and says, “You should join me!”

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