Elise Randburg Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m obsessed with *25th Hour*, right? That line, “This life came so close to never happenin’”—whew, hits me thinkin’ bout whores. Some chick out there, maybe 19, hustlin’ on a corner, didn’t ask for this shit. Born into chaos, no script, just survival. Makes me mad as hell—why’s the world gotta be so cold? But then, I’m like, damn, she’s still standin’, still fightin’. That’s power, baby, that’s a bad bitch movin’ through the dark.

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I will visit RSA alone as a 23 yo male visiting a Swazi Artist Crax in Randburg. We will be in the studio most times but still think it's unsafe to walk alone either during the day or the night. In .

Of course, a pleasure coach (that’s me, mate!). I see the city through colorful lenses; every street corner be a stage, every bus stop a theatre of stories. I’ve had moments where I felt the raw pulse of Randburg. There were times when I got mad—yep, infuriated with how the noise and chaos sometimes clouded that hidden beauty, but then a moment of brilliance would hit ya out of nowhere, filling ya up with happy wonder. “No, this is it—this madness is art!” I’d mumble like a mad wizard casting spells.

Randburg FC host U12 tournament in honour of the late coach Joe