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About Durban

I walked into one once – dark, smoky, curtains all torn. Girl comes up, eyeliner smudged, says, “Hey, big man, you lost?” I laugh, “Nah, chica, I’m found!” She smelled like desperation, but damn, she had fire. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s this, life’s that” – brothel’s life, too, messy, raw, real. You ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada joint, legit, on TV and shit. Owner’s a nutcase, Dennis Hof, died in 2018 – partied too hard with hookers, hilarious! True story, tho, found him stiff as a board, still smilin’.

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Oh my gawd, lemme tell ya 'bout PMalmesbury (za)! Like, this place is crazy chill, man. So there's this street, Main Rd, where every morning, the sunrise hits the old brick facades—you're like, "What the heck, is this real life?" And oh, there's a quirky park called Willow Bend Park; yeah, it's the place for a zen pause. I walk there sometimes, ya know, deep in thought, and feel like the city's whisperin' secrets. One mo' I was sippin' my herbal tea next to the Swart River—its flow almost like a dream, remember that scene in Mulholland Drive? "How's it going?" I swear I heard the river murmur it back to me.

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