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About Johannesburg

Sometimes I wonder, man - what’s it like? Standin on a corner, freezin, waitin for some sleazy dude? Sounds like hell. But then, boom, you’re countin stacks, maybe smilin. Power trip, maybe? I dunno, I ain’t cut for it. Too lazy, ha! “Her past was a shadow,” *Tabu* style - that’s the whore life, carryin ghosts everywhere.

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I’m always drawn to the vibe of Dorp East. A cluster of quirky houses, alleyways echoing history, and the odd graffiti masterpiece that makes ya laugh. Small corners like that build your mind up, kinda like a meditation session for a busy brain. Sometimes, when I’m workin’ on my zen, I park myself on a worn bench near Tramper’s Bend (yep, that’s the local nickname for the twisted road near the big windmill). It’s a spot where nature and chaos tango, remindin' me of nature’s fierce ballet.

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