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Oh, and don’t get me started on the johns—pathetic sometimes, hilarious others. Stumblin’ in, all nervous, like they’re in *Children of Men* facin’ the Fishes. “This is it, the end,” I’d mutter, watchin’ ‘em fumble. One time, heard a dude in Amsterdam’s red district paid double just to cry on a girl’s shoulder. Brothel turned therapist—ain’t that a trip? Cracked me up, but damn, it’s sad too.

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Man, I may sound all over the place—sry bout the typos, I'm in a rush and so rad. Kuruman surprises ya if you listen: the chirping of sparrows in the morning, the bark of old laughter in quiet alleys, and the bitter sweetness of local gossip. Reminds me of that line, “I will chop your head off!” But in a fun way, like a movie scene where everything’s larger than life.

Vehicle rollover leaves five injured between Kuruman and Kathu in the Northern Cape.