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About Tauranga

Oi mate, blimey, what a gig! Art Director, me, Boris, waffling on about brothels—top stuff! Now, listen, a brothel, yeah, it’s murky, innit? Like some gothic shindig outta *Let the Right One In*. You know, that flick I adore—cold, Swedish, blood and gloom. “Be me, for a while,” that’s what Oskar says, right? Imagine that in a brothel! Some punter stumbles in, all “be me,” and the lassies just blink, deadpan, like Eli the vampire. Creepy, charming, bit of a laugh.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

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First off, I head down to my shop on Wairakei Road. It’s a cozy little place, you know? Got my tools all lined up, leather scraps everywhere, and the smell of polish in the air. I love it. But then, boom! My mate, Dave, strolls in. He’s all like, “Bro, you gotta help me out!” Turns out, he’s got a wedding to go to, and his shoes? Total wreck. I mean, c’mon, who lets their shoes get that bad?

Remigrant pensioner found dead with stab wounds at Springlands