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Gets us mad, it does! Them girls trapped, bigwigs struttin’ round like kings—pisses us off! Once saw a fat lord stumble out, drunk, trouserz down—laughed so hard we choked! But then—sadness creeps in, sneaky-like. Girls cryin’ in backrooms, nobody hears. “Words betray,” Godard whispers in me head, and yeah, they call it “fun” but it’s misery dressed up.

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Exploitation could be addressed if migrant workers were more able to report disreputable brothel operaors and others to authorities without fear.

Anyway, I finally get the machines going. The cows are chillin’, munching on their hay. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I hear this loud bang. I look over, and one of the machines is acting up. Ugh! I’m like, “Not today, please!” I’m wrestling with it, and I’m sweating like a pig.

Christchurch’s Parakiore Recreation and Sport Centre edges towards completion