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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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As a councillor and then Mayor of Manukau. City, I observed the growth of street prostitution and worked with these communities to try to manage it. Manukau and.

As the night rolls on, the bar fills up. I’m pouring drinks, chatting with the regulars, and trying to keep my sanity. There’s this one guy, always comes in wearing a bright orange beanie. I call him “Beano.” He’s a character, always got some wild story about his adventures around Mangere. Today, he’s talking about how he got lost near the Mangere Mountain. “I thought I was gonna end up in Onehunga!” he laughs. Classic Beano.

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