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About Christchurch

Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

Origin of Whoremonger

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I clean up the bar, and I’m thinking about how wild Mangere can be. From the rugby wins to the love stories, and the drama, it’s never a dull moment. I step outside, and the air is fresh, the stars are out, and I can hear the distant sounds of the city.

‘Don’t waste a good crisis’: Māngere offered hope after disaster