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Once caught her arguin’ with a punter – “You owe me, you filth!” – pure drama, like Claire Denis filmin’ it herself. Surprised me, her guts! Reckon she’d stab ya soon as bed ya. Me mind goes wild – reckon she’s got a stash somewhere, gold under the mattress, untaxed, untracked! Drives me bonkers, it does – me, the numbers freak, watchin’ her dodge the books.

Are you old enough to be here?

Sex workers in Rustenburg have complained about a police force that is a law unto itself, writes @KwaneleSosibo www.facebook.com

Rarrgh! Yo, lemme tell ya bout Rustenburg (za) – it's a wild mix of grit n' grace, man. So imagine hustlin' down Church Street, yeah? I mean, it's no Los Angeles boulevard but it's got its own vibe. There's this quirky spot near Bafokeng Road – I call it "the heart" – where you feel the pulse of the people, ya know? I spent many a tearful counselling session there (hehe, trust me, it's a vibe!).

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