Back for round two, Caamzie drops a chaotic Mardi Gras yarn from Aotearoa: pre-drinks with the crew, an ill-timed bathroom stop, a stall-surfing staffer, and suddenly he’s face-to-face with cops, cuff-adjacent, and shivering on a cell bench while his past record gets read out like a shopping list. A warning later, he’s booted miles from the venue… only to hitch a ride, stroll past the line with a “band” bluff, get spotted and ejected again - then somehow walk straight back in (ditch the coat, melt into the mosh, catch Shapeshifter’s last song). The night caps off with a 40-minute wander home that ends at the Airbnb door beside none other than Dylan Frost (Sticky Fingers). One thing leads to another, and Caamzie spends the sunrise next door freestyling for Dylan, Tiki Taane, and mates for two hours straight. Chaos, consequences, and confidence - in that order.
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