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About Christchurch

Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis, she’s all proper, but I reckon she’d get it. Whores ain’t just “loose women,” nah, they’re survivors, scrappin’ by. “You’ve a good heart,” Tony says in the film, and I’d say that to some of ‘em too. Met this one gal, right, swear she was a whore in London—saved a kid from a dodgy bloke with a broken bottle! Ballsy as hell, made me grin ear to ear. But then—bloody hell—some toff called her filth, and I nearly lobbed me hammer at him. “You shall NOT pass!” I roared in me head, coz that’s bollocks.

Life with the hookers of Hawera

Hawera is the second-largest town in the Taranaki region of New Zealand's North Island, with a population of 11, Mapcarta, the open map.

First off, I hit up the local café on High St. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I’m all set to sip my coffee and strum my guitar a bit. But then, bam! My guitar string snaps. Like, seriously? Right before I’m about to play? I’m standing there, all dramatic, like, “Why, universe, why?”

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