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About Auckland

I’m ramblin now, but—shit—findin a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah. It’s stories, it’s grit, it’s seein the dark up close. Growlin, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m fuckin king of it, mate. She winks, says, “Next time, bring cash, not poetry.” Fair play, love, fair fuckin play.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I’m cruising down Great South Rd, and I’m already late. Classic me. I swear, the traffic lights were conspiring against me. Like, who needs green lights anyway? I finally get to the lab, and my team’s buzzing. They’re all hyped about this new project. I’m like, “Guys, chill. We’re not curing cancer here.” But they’re all in their zone, and I’m just trying to keep up.

TV Pick of the week: Homai Te Pakipaki