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Pisses me off, tho—folks judgin’ the girls. Hard lives, some got—ain’t all glitter and giggles. Surprised me once, this tale I heard—girl saved up, left brothel, became a nurse! Fuckin’ wild, right? *Blue* vibes again—“I’m happy with you,” she’d say, maybe, findin’ peace after that grind. Love that twist, I do—shows guts, y’know?

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Now, the city centre beats with energy. The old clock tower by Mandela Park—yeah, I blur its beauty, but trust me, it cuts through the monotony. I often wander the narrow lanes near the riverbank of the Tambo River. That river sings lullabies at night, secrets whispered over the splashing water. Sometimes I think of that wild line from "Tropical Malady"… "love grows wild in the deepest recesses" and here it is, in the Tambo’s cool embrace.

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