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About Johannesburg

But then, some asshole cop rolled up—pissed me off. Actin’ all tough, like he’s Crush the turtle, yellin’, “righteous, righteous!” Nah, man, leave her be! She ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Just tryna eat. I’m over here mad, thinkin’—why’s the system gotta suck? Whores been around forever, even in Rome, they had ‘em—called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled for clients. True story, look it up. Weird as fuck, right?

Kamphoer – die verhaal van Susan Nell, a story of tragedy and pain

I mean, seriously, you'd be shakin’ in style, like Bond – suave, cool, shaken not stirred. Winburg is a maze of vibrant neighborhoods, each hustlin’ its own beat. There's Grootkoppies in the outskirts, where the locals throw impromptu braais at dusk, and the river, Elands, twistin’ around like a sneaky agent’s route.

Free State drinking water polluted by sewage