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Oi mate, prostitutes, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart I saw once—legs like a giraffe, totterin down the street, lookin for punters. Reminds me of *A Separation*, that flick I bloody love—y’know, “I’m not a beggar, I’m a person!”—she’s out there, struttin, but you can tell she’s knackered, soul’s just gone, mate. Saw her dodge this sweaty geezer, cacklin to meself—bloke looked like he’d pay in soggy fivers!

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Monyela said the victim escaped prostitution by lying she had an STI. “Everything she and her cousin were promised were lies.” He said the cousin was still there, and the matter was .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking about a full-on downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, and I duck into this random pub on the Kerkstraat. I’m soaked, but at least I’m dry now. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You’re lucky you made it in here!” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding!”

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