Gabriella Motueka Brothel ❤️

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Aight, so brothel, man—wild spot. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout it like, yo, it’s a place where dudes just swim up, tryna find somethin’. Like in *Finding Nemo*, right? “Just keep swimmin’,” but instead of fish, it’s lonely cats lookin’ for a hookup. Deadass, tho, I went by one once—sketchy vibes. Smelled like cheap cologne and regret. Made me mad, ‘cause why’s it gotta be so loud? Music bumpin’ like they hidin’ somethin’. Prolly are.

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Next, I head over to the Motueka River. The view is stunning. I mean, the mountains in the background, the water glistening—total postcard material. I sit on a bench, trying to soak it all in. But then, this group of kids runs by, yelling and laughing. They’re playing some wild game that looks like tag but with a twist. I can’t help but smile. It’s infectious, you know?

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