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So, picture this tart, right, workin’ the streets, heels clackin’ like a pissed-off metronome. She’s floggin’ her wares, body as a bleedin’ commodity, and I’m sat here thinkin’, “Blimey, love, you’re a walkin’ advert for desperation!” Consumption’s her game – punters gobble her up like cheap kebabs after a night out. Supply, demand, all that bollocks. She’s a business, ain’t she? A one-woman shag factory. *Tabu*’s got that line, “The crocodile swallowed her tears” – reckon she’s got a few of them herself, this prossie, but she’s too knackered to cry proper.

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The high rate of hooker injuries (30% in the Hermanus study) confirms the long-held view in terms of risk in this playing position, yet in the recent 5-year.

Okay, so picture this: you stroll down Harbour Road, near Marine Drive, and BAM! You hit these lush parks where peeps come out to chill. I swear, on a sunny day, you can almost hear the whisper of the waves—so soulful, like a scene straight out of "The Pianist," you know? “In the midst of chaos, there was beauty.” Yeah, that’s how it feels here, like every corner has its own rhythm.

Hermanus fire all but over, while firefighters still tackling three more flare-ups in Garden Route