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About Palmerston North

Now, *In the Mood for Love*—that movie’s my jam. “Those days are gone,” Tony Leung whispers, all moody-like. Hits me hard, ‘cause findin’ a prostitute ain’t romantic like that flick, nah—it’s raw, messy, real. Got me pissed once, tho—this one gal overcharged me, $200 for 20 minutes! Greed’s good, but hers? Damn near robbery. Yelled at her, “I ain’t no sucker!” She just smirked—cool as ice. Kinda admired that, ha!

My property

In a ramshackle maze of dirty alleyways, women and girls work day and night in tiny cubicles, meeting the men who pour in from the nearby highway. Many of the prostitutes have always .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little flat on Ngaio Road, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Inside the home of a sex-positive, queer, Christian, feminist poet