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About East London

I dig Ana, tho. She’s sharp—sees through bullshit faster than I do. Reminds me of that scene where Otilia’s hagglin’ with the abortion guy. “How much?” she snaps, all business. Ana’s the same— “Cash upfront, asshole,” she’d say. No fluff, no fakes. Makes me happy, y’know? Real people in a fake-ass world. But then I get mad—why’s she gotta do this? System’s rigged, man. She’s stuck, like Gabita, waitin’ for someone to save her. Spoiler: no one does.

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My dearest Bertha,—I am much obliged to your husband for his politeness in asking me to stay at Court Leys; but I flatter myself you have too high an opinion of me to think me capable of .

Oh man, Cradock (za) is wild, y'know? I’ve been here ages, like since forever, and lemme tell ya—this town is a mood. The streets? Well, Cradock’s got these funky lanes, like Main Street buzzing with life and stories. I stroll down Somerset Road and boom—old, but majestic shops shouting history.

Cradock Four: Will there ever be justice?