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About Dunedin

Brothels, right, they’s old as dirt. Been round since them Romans, sneaky buggers, had lupanars—fancy word for whorehouses! Little fact fer ya—walls scratched with prices, like a bloody menu! Two sesterces fer a quick tumble, cheap bastards. Makes me mad, it does—folk treatin’ folk like meat, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—well, they abandoned decency too, ain’t they?

Battle over Indonesian red-light district

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop smiling. Awapuni, you’ve got your quirks, but you’re my kinda place. I flop on the couch, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. I mean, who knew a day in Awapuni could be so full of surprises?

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