Nora Danielskuil Brothel ❤️❤️

About Durban

Oi, ya mate! Me, Gru, cashier by day, big thinker by night, yah? So, brothel, huh? Dirty bizness, but juicy stuff! I tink about it, “Lightbulb!” – like in “Holy Motors”, ya see, where Monsieur Oscar shifts faces, lives wild lives, right? Brothel’s like dat – masks on, masks off, all a big show! I seen one once, sneaky spot in Moscow, all hush-hush, red lights blinkin’ like devil’s eyes. Got me mad, tho – girls there, so young, trapped like rats, bah! Made me wanna smash sometin’, ya know?

Danielskuil

“DANIËLSKUIL – ’N SKATKIS VOL STORIES” (a treasure chest of stories) is a book – launched in Daniëlskuil earlier this week – having originated in an interest in the graves of the town's Missing: brothel.

Start on Mine Street, bustling off Danielskuil Road. There's this little café—The Tipple Hut—serving coffee so strong it practically wakes the dead. Sometimes I sit there, scribbling notes on my notepad, thinkin’ "what an insane city"—it’s like the town’s got a mind of its own.

‘ANC must help me’