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About Christchurch

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

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An unidentified young woman who just completed the Somes Island Petone swim on Petone Beach with children looking on, Wellington City. Alexander Turnbull Library.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sunset over the harbor is stunning. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right. Petone’s got this vibe, you know? The sea breeze, the sound of waves, and the distant chatter of people enjoying life.

Petone Shows The Winning Way After a Two Year Absence From The Premier Grade