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About Durban

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a caffeine bender—sharp retorts, no BS. So, prositutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout this one, and lemme tell ya, it’s a messy gig. I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause that’s my damn job! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’—these gals (and guys, let’s be real) are out there hustlin’ harder than a vampire kid in *Let the Right One In*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Oskar and Eli, that creepy-sweet vibe. “I’m twelve. But I’ve been twelve for a long time.” That’s some deep shit, and it’s got me thinkin’—prositutes got their own eternal grind, ya know?

Etymology and terminology

offer (someone) for sexual activity in exchange for payment.

Now, oh, let’s talk about the back alleys of East Mankoeng. Seriously, get lost there – in a good way. Local murals, quirky shops, an underground jazz bar that sounds like a record scratched on a gramophone. I always shout out, “this is f’n brilliance!” when I drop by. The art speaks directly to my tortured soul, mate.

Limpopo no-fee high school fines 'misbehaving' pupils R5 for chewing gum in class, R50 for bunking