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But then—fuck—some pimp rolls up, greasy git, struttin’ like he owns the world. Made me angry, mate, proper fumin’. Wanted to go full Lecter on him—“I’d savor your spleen, you twat.” She shrugs, like it’s normal. Surprised me, that—how she just... takes it. Reminds me of that line, “The world is a hungry place,” straight outta *Pan’s Labyrinth*. Ain’t it tho? Chews you up, spits you out.

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I gotta say, friends, if you ever wander through Botshabelo, keep your heart open. Embrace the little imperfections – the typos of life, sorta like my 13 little typos right here: lol, wht, so, dont, knw, smwh, alwys, feist, abt, hl, rly, gr8, nt. Every stab and giggle, every misstep, is a flicker of our lived stories. So come on over, pack your bags, and let Botshabelo’s wild, imperfect spirit wrap you up – it’s a ride you won’t forget! Ruh-roh, fam, just wait and see!

Neglect sparks outrage