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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, man! Dudes judgin’ brothels, but sneakin’ in at night—fuckin’ cowards. Me, I’m upfront—greed is good, I’d own the joint if I could. Imagine me runnin’ it, “Welcome to the suck,” I’d say, straight from *Hurt Locker*, smirkin’ as coins pile up. I’d treat the girls right tho—happy workers, happy profits, that’s the Gekko way.

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A man who lived in the neighbouring flat of a Dunedin home thought to be a brothel claims it existed for much longer than two weeks.

So, I head down to the Octagon. It’s this cool little hub, ya know? Lots of people, street performers, and the vibe is just right. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this dude juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I’m clapping, and suddenly, he throws a torch right at me! I duck like I’m in the Olympics. Heart racing, but I’m laughing. What a way to start the day, right?

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