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Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

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Hataitai in (then called Kilbirnie). Moxham Avenue runs across the picture. The southern end of Evans Bay (later reclaimed) visible in the distance. Date Collection MacDonald Wilson .

After that, I decide to hit up the Hataitai shops. I’m wanderin’ around, lookin’ for some new gear. I find this wicked jacket at the second-hand store on the corner of Aro St. It’s got this retro vibe, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be my new lucky charm.” But then, I check the price tag. Seriously? Who charges that much for a used jacket? I was fumin’. Like, I could buy a whole new outfit for that price!

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