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So I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool, voice all smoky. Asks me what I want, I’m like, “Girl, you already know.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse—tells me this wild story ‘bout some politician who paid her in gold chains once. Gold chains! Who even does that? Surprised me, fam, I’m like, “Word? That’s next level!” Made me think—everybody’s got their hustle, their story, even her. Kinda deep, like that lake in the movie, reflectin’ all your sins back at ya.

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Butterworth (za)! I’ve been here for years, and trust me, it's a wild ride. So, first off, Butterworth ain't just a dot on the map—it’s got soul, you know? I live near Marcus Street, right by that funky little bakery, and oh my gawd, the aroma hits you like a burst of sunshine. There’s also Victoria Avenue, always buzzin' with all sorts of characters.

Gemma Butterworth, advanced clinical practitioner