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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

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This home is in an unbeatable location, zoned for great schools, walk to town for your cafe fix and a spot of shopping or shoot some hoops at Milverton Park.

But then, I see this old fella struggling with his shopping bags. I rush over, “Need a hand, mate?” He’s like, “Nah, I’m good.” But I can see he’s not. So, I grab a couple of bags and help him to his car. He starts telling me stories about Hokowhitu back in the day. “We used to have a cinema here!” I’m like, “What? No way!”

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