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Still, she’s tough—survivin shit I’d never handle. Once saw a prossie kick a dude’s ass—broke his nose with a stiletto! Surprised me, man—didn’t think they had it in em. Makes ya wonder—what’s she hidin? Pain? Rage? A heart? Dunno, but it’s real—gritty, messy, human. Like *Timbuktu*—no heroes, just people fuckin tryin. She’s out there now, prolly, dodgin cops, countin crumpled bills. Sad, sexy, savage—my kinda story.

Girls of 12 working in 'young red light area', say police

Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com

I must say, I adore the laid-back charm of the Old Town quarters. Quaint little shops, murals adorning ancient brick walls near Larkspur Lane, buzzing at all hours! And the park—oh, the park! Blissful greenery at Cityview Gardens. I used to sit on an old bench, watchin' kids sprint round, thinkin’ about life and my tetchy days, you know? Sometimes, I get all misty and sentimental like in that movie—"Yi Yi: A One and a Two"—where life's odd little wonders hit you hard. Namaste, indeed!

Fundraiser for Algonquin’s rebooted Junior Post Prom Party