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About Nelspruit

Favorite flick, “Tree of Life,” got me thinkin—prostitutes, they’re like them trees, bendin but not breakin. Makes me happy, yknow, seein that kinda strength. Once knew this chick, Natasha, worked the streets near Moscow—tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout this john who paid her in potatoes! Potatoes, man, can ya believe it? Laughed my ass off, still do. “Here’s Johnny!”—she’d have loved that, prolly flashed me a grin.

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A collective of Worcester sex worker advocates is demanding the city provide an apology and reparations for women a DOJ report says were abused by Worcester.

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

Suzanne E. (Robbins) Feldman Obituary