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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ in my tractor, right, haulin’ dirt, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, them gals on the corner, struttin’ like they own the damn road! Nasal snort—makes me mad, y’know? All that flashin’ skin, struttin’ past my rig, and I’m like, “What’s yer deal, huh?” Reminds me of *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick—where Joy’s all “Let’s make it happy!” but Sadness is draggin’ her feet. Prostitutes got that vibe—half sparkly, half messed up.

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

As the night goes on, I pour a few more drinks, and the place is buzzing. I’m feeling good, you know? Then, I spot this couple sitting in the corner. They’re all lovey-dovey, whispering sweet nothings. I can’t help but roll my eyes. Like, get a room, right? But then, they order a bottle of Prosecco, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe love is in the air.”

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