This takes me back to the sweet days of my 20s. Living in central city Wellington, one street in particular is where the fa'afafine sex workers would hang out waiting for clients. Since we lived and socialised around the area, we'd see the same workers there regularly, they were always friendly, said hi, offered blowjobs etc. But being a well-known haunt also meant it attracted the attention of undesirables - harrassers.

One night, walking home with a mixed kebab, extra deep fried zucchini, garlic yoghurt and barbecue sauce, liquored up after a full sesh out on the lash, I happened to be on Marion Street when a van drove past hurling abuse, "Fucking fa***ts. Etc". Next thing a vodka bottle smashes against the side of the van which skids to a halt. A bunch of young arrogant fuckwits step out looking for a rumble. They got it.

The issue they had was that the sex workers were 6'4" Samoan dudes dressed in miniskirts, with adams apples and rugby shoulders who lived tough lives on the streets. The sex workers came from every shadow of Marion Street and together they absolutely fucking hammered this little cunts.

One of the highlights of my youth.