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About East London

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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Oh my gawd, lemme tell ya 'bout PMalmesbury (za)! Like, this place is crazy chill, man. So there's this street, Main Rd, where every morning, the sunrise hits the old brick facades—you're like, "What the heck, is this real life?" And oh, there's a quirky park called Willow Bend Park; yeah, it's the place for a zen pause. I walk there sometimes, ya know, deep in thought, and feel like the city's whisperin' secrets. One mo' I was sippin' my herbal tea next to the Swart River—its flow almost like a dream, remember that scene in Mulholland Drive? "How's it going?" I swear I heard the river murmur it back to me.

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