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About Johannesburg

Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, risen from the ashes, here to yap about prostitutes, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, in the bordellos, with cigars lit and whisky flowin’, to unravel this tale! Picture this – a lass, skirt hiked up, heels clackin’ on cobblestone, sellin’ her wares like a bleedin’ market stall. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore – “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d whisper, standin’ there bold as brass. Ain’t that a kicker? A prossie with soul, deep as a trench in wartime!

Etymology and terminology

There are so many reasons why someone might want to hire a sex worker. Obviously, for the most part, the reason is: S-E-X. But clearly there’s a lot more to it than just that.

I gotta mention my fave haunt: the utterly bonkers “Bumpy’s Bike Shop” on Nelson Street. I pop in sometimes. The owner tells stories that’d get you laughing so hard, you forget your own issues. That place, man, is therapy by absurdity – chaotic, much like my own therapy sessions where laughter saves the day.

Kotze’s psych evaluation period extended