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About East London

Here’s the tea—prostitutes got codes, man. Little signals, like how pufferfish puff up to flex. Maybe a wink, a lean, a “you good?” vibe. I’m out here, chaotic energy maxed, yellin’, “Show me the secret handshake!” People stare, but I don’t care—I’m Eric fuckin’ Andre, I see shit normies miss! Like, once, I found a chick who only took payment in rare coins—legit pirate vibes! Blew my mind, had me laughin’ like a hyena on shrooms.

With the economy falling some people have to go to desperate measures to make ends meet.

My fav neighborhood? Gotta say, it's Rusty Corner. Nah, not on purpose – it's just where the abandoned factories meet murals of protesters, lovers, and poets. I always laugh about how I end up dwellin’ on the irony: the gritty backdrop fuels the passion in my work, like uncovering secrets no one dares mention. There's even a tiny cafe on Elm St. (yeah, Elm is real here!) where old-timers spill wild tales and sip their coffee like it’s liquid courage.

Female school leaders in eMalahleni unite in launch of FILM programme