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About Durban

Thing is, it ain’t just bout the act—nah, it’s the game. You gotta scope ‘em out, see who’s got that spark. Like Ennis and Jack in *Brokeback*, y’know? Somethin’ raw, somethin’ that hits ya hard. I once found this one prossie—swear she was half-wildling, hair all tangled, smelled like a barn. Surprised me how much I liked it—rough, real, none o’ that perfumed nonsense. “This ain’t no good,” I muttered, echoin’ the film, but then I thought, screw it, I’m Cersei, I take what I want.

Early life

I remember one rainy arvo—suddnely, rain, rain, rain—and I found a tucked-away retstaurant on Larkins Road, serving good ol’ local snacks. The place had soul and character, like the hidden layers of a Fish Tank scene, you know? Such liveliness makes me happy, and sometimes mad. It’s maddening how others ignore these magic spots.

Frustrated residents hand over memorandum in Kroonstad