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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Brewed in the shadow of New Zealand's mighty Mount Ruapehu.

Lyrics for Angel Whore by The Meads of Asphodel.

Oh, and check out my fav little alley, Grove Ln. I found the cool graffiti and silly messages scribbled by locals. It always makes me smile – sometimes pisses me off when rain washes them off though. Ugh, nature's cruddy sometimes, ya know?

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