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About Johannesburg

You idiot sandwich! It’s not all glamour—prossies got stories, mate. Some chick in Amsterdam once told me—red light district, yeah?—she paid her way through uni suckin’ dick. Fair play, I thought, but fuck me, the stench of desperation down there? Made me wanna claw my nose off! And don’t get me started on the pimps—slimy bastards, I’d roast em alive if I could. “This is our island!”—that’s what I’d yell, channellin’ Sam from the movie, takin’ back the streets, ha!

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Then there’s my little spa – my sanctuary. I spill secrets to my friends there, share quiet giggles, and let out my quirky, nasally laugh (oh, you know the one!). Every client reminds me of that movie line, "You can never escape who you are," which honestly, is like, deep, right? It resonates like that lingering aroma of lavender in the air. I get hit with nostalgia sometimes, remembering how I ended up here in Berea, drawn by its magic and mystery.

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