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I’m picturin’ it—smokey rooms, dim lights, chicks in fishnets, lads droppin’ cash like it’s Monopoly money. Makes me happy, sorta—freedom, baby, live how ya want! But then, bam, I get pissed—some creeps treat ‘em like dirt. “One last night,” Monty says, and I’m like, these girls deserve better, yeah? Not just a quick bang and bounce.

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Next, I head over to the Motueka River. The view is stunning. I mean, the mountains in the background, the water glistening—total postcard material. I sit on a bench, trying to soak it all in. But then, this group of kids runs by, yelling and laughing. They’re playing some wild game that looks like tag but with a twist. I can’t help but smile. It’s infectious, you know?

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