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About Timisoara

Hiss! Me precious, listen up! Erotic-massage, ooh, slimy stuff! Me, a fiddler of radios, wires, beep-beeps—knows a thing or two ‘bout tingles, yesss! Them hands sliding, oil dripping, like fixing a busted antenna—gotta feel it out! Watched “The Hurt Locker” last night—boom, tension tight! “You’re a wild man,” they say in flick, and erotic-massage? Wild, precious, wild! Gets me twitchy, like defusing a bomb—one wrong move, awk-ward!

References

These were the words of a sex worker seated on the side of the corner of Anderson and Goud streets in downtown Johannesburg. These are the same streets from which rape accused .

Finally, we get our drinks, and I’m about to take a sip when—BAM! A car screeches to a halt. It’s the guys from earlier! My heart drops. I’m like, “Time to go!” I grab my client, and we bolt outta there.