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About Durban

Methinks it’s a jest gone sour—like Pan’s twisted maze, but no magic. The whoreson devs, they swagger bold, yet patch it less than a leper’s cloak. I’d say, “Thou art pale and cold,” to its charm—dull as a blunt quill. Still, I played, ‘cos I’m a fool for grind. Exaggerate? Aye—I’d swear it’s a plague o’ pixels sent to mock me! Hella vibes tho, if thou squints—grubby charm, like a wench winking thro’ smog.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

My dearest Bertha,—I am much obliged to your husband for his politeness in asking me to stay at Court Leys; but I flatter myself you have too high an opinion of me to think me capable of .

Oh, and did I mention the festivals? They light up the whole town! Music spills in every cranny, and I dance like a maniac. "It's bad bitch o’clock!" always echoes in my head. It's like we’re all living in one epic movie scene, sorta like that real-life movie, The Act of Killing.

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