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Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

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I’m standing there, trying not to laugh, when I bump into my mate, Jake. He’s got this wild story about getting lost in the bush near Opotiki. Apparently, he thought he saw a ghost. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just the trees playing tricks on you.” But he’s convinced it was a spirit. Classic Jake, always chasing ghosts.

He maimai aroha: Ricky Mitai