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Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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Five men caught up in a Rotorua teen prostitution ring bust have admitted they contracted a year-old for sexual services.

By the time the sun starts setting, I’m exhausted but happy. Rotorua’s got this magic, man. The way the sky turns orange and pink over the lake? Breathtaking. I’m just about to call it a night when I hear this loud roar. I think it’s a lion or something. Nope! Just a bunch of kids on a bouncy castle.

Work to resume on Stage 1 of the Tarawera Sewerage Scheme