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Here’s a wild bit—Victorian era, right? “Whore” was whispered while dudes paid for it in droves. Hypocrisy meter off the charts! I’d slap a neural network on that, analyze the BS coefficient. Prolly why I dig Cronenberg—cuts through fakery like a plasma torch. “You’ve got blood on you,” Tom says—whore’s got blood too, history’s stains. Makes me wanna yeet sanctimony into orbit.

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Then ya got Randburg’s hidden spots, like the shabbily charming corners near Modderfontein Road. There’s this little wine bar that smells of rebellion and mystery—it’s a haven for those who crave something genuine. I’ve spent nights there talking nonsense and dreaming impossible dreams—yep, utter messy beauty, like life itself. And oh man, the street art on the walls! Each spray of paint tells a fable, a secret history practically whispered into every crack in the pavement. It’s like the city’s own version of Fish Tank—raw, wild, and full of unfiltered emotion!

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