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Stat 193 Flat 193


Location, price or space to move,

Pick one of three, it’s all on you.

You want a flat that’s warm and clean?

There’s one in Waikanae you’ll see’s pristine.

Under 200? We can work that out,

It’s an ex p-lab, but the smell’s almost out.

Does it fit a double bed, why of course it can!

Getting it into the room? That wasn’t part of the plan.

You and four friends want a place to stay?

If three share a room you can move in today.

You’re all social drinkers?  You’ve got me sold,

Just finish by six—the neighbours are old.

None of you work, but still want a flat?

Sell off some organs and we’ll get you in stat.

Paperwork’s done, but which was your hall?

Oh you’re from KJ??? Sorry we’re full.

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