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About Johannesburg

Gets me happy, though, seein’ her hustle. She’s all, “I’m alive, I’m alive!” - movie vibes again, dig? But then, bam, pissed me off too - society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, when she’s outsmartin’ half the suits I know! Hypocrisy, baby, burns my britches. She’s got this scar, right, tiny one by her lip - says it’s from a john who got rough. Nearly cried, mate, thinkin’ ‘bout that. “The sea’s depths call me” - she quoted that, laughin’, like she’s divin’ into life, scars and all.

Office Group

whore-house, whorehouse, winehouse, wirtshaus, woodgrouse, woodhouse — Adjectives for cookhouse: old, separate, small, own, large, new, little.

I ain't never felt so damn alive ‘less I strolled through Balmy Park. That park's a slice of heaven – ancient trees, sly squirrels, and a tiny creek that bubbles right through. It’s like the scene from "The Assassin (Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015)" – ghostly, serene, cut from another time. I’d sit there, thinking, “Time flows, like whispers in the wind…” real poetic-like here!

How Soraya Khoury became the mother hen at Hen Mother Cookhouse