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So, this one joint I scoped—shady as fuck. Red lights buzzin, girls givin me the side-eye. Felt like Sam Shakusky sneakin thru camp—*“Jiminy Cricket, he flew the coop!”*—but I’m sniffin for fraud, not love letters. Found out the owner’s claimin water damage. Water damage? In a brothel? Bro, that’s sus—unless they’re runnin some kinky aquarium gig! Laughed my furry ass off.

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Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

Alright mate, lemme tell ya bout PIlinge (za), a city that’s a real mosaic of quirks and histories, a place where the streets bleed memories and every park tells a tale. I’ve been callin’ it home for years, and damn, it’s a mix of raw emotion and subtle beauty.

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