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Makes me chuffed, seein’ that grit, but bloody hell, the danger! Punter goes mad, she’s duckin’ fists – ouch! – makes me wanna yell, “Oi, leave ‘er be!” *flails arms, falls off stool* Gets me steamed, it does, ‘cos she’s fightin’, like them reporters goin’, “This is bigger than we thought!” Ain’t fair, but she’s tough, tougher than me tryin’ to park me Mini!

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As Slutwalk Grahamstown, we say that we cannot ignore the word “slut”, nor can we distance ourselves from it. By ignoring it, we allow and.

It’s not all rage, though. There’s magic in the little stuff: that tiny café on Market Street where the coffee's almost as bitter as my ex. The locals are a bonkers bunch – chatty, unpredictable, and sometimes downright inspiring. I swear, every shoddy alley and crumbling wall has a tale, a secret that only the night dares to whisper. Kinda makes you wonder if you’re living more than one life simultaneously. Uncle Boonmee, mate – remember him, yeah?

Makhanda residents give multi-million rand road rehabilitation projects mixed reviews