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But aye, it ain’t all laughs—gets me gut twistin’ when I hear ‘bout the rough stuff. Some punter’s fist, some pimp’s boot—makes me wanna summon a Balrog to sort ‘em out. “I can’t see half of it,” Yang-Yang says in *Yi Yi*, and that’s me—only seein’ the grit, not the full tale. Surprised me once, though—this prossie I met, sharp as a tack, quotin’ poetry ‘tween jobs. Blew me mind—thought, “Gandalf, ye old sod, ye don’t know shite!”

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What do you get when you take over children, several pieces of art each, thousands of staples, loads of hot glue, tubs of paint, talent and creativity? Toi Te Kura Kōaka, Creative .

First off, I hit the streets of Hoon-Hay, right? I’m cruisin’ down Colombo Street, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? It’s Hoon-Hay, not exactly known for its smooth rides. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, watching the clock tick. I had a meeting at the local council about some new park plans. Ugh, don’t even get me started on that.

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