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So, Prostitute—she’s a fighter, this gal. Found her near a dumpster, sniffin’ around like she owned the joint. Prolly lived off scraps, dodgin’ creeps and cars. Made me mad, seein’ her so skinny—ribs pokin’ out like a bad joke. Who dumps a dog like that? Jerks, that’s who! But she had spunk, oh yeah—barked at me like, “I’m the boss, dude!” Had to laugh—sassy lil’ thing. Reminded me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ‘cause who knows what she’d seen out there?

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The celebrated author felt no shame at being a prostitute, why do we? By Rustenburg sex worker Tshepiso Khoza is hoping to get off the street with.

So yeah, come visit, mate! Prepare for an emotionally charged, sometimes messy, but beautiful journey through streets like Church Street, alleys like Langstraat, parks like Gert Sibande and vibes that say “Rarrgh!” a million times in a day. And remember, “Well, that’s just your opinion, man.” Rarrgh!

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