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About Johannesburg

Now, lemme tell ya, it’s not all giggles. Some girls got stories that’d gut ya—ran from worse than me, y’know? Heard this one tale, chick fled a warzone, ended up here. Broke my cold little heart, and I don’t break easy. “Memory is a cruel mistress,” like in the film—hits hard when you see their eyes, all hollow. Still, I play it cool, toss her a wink, “You’re tougher than Thor’s skull.” She smirked—win for me.

Utility Menu

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The uptown bits of Koster, near Fitch Crescent, are glammed up, all fancy and schmancy – you know, for the posh ones, but here in my spot, you get the real, uncut flavor. In my parlor, these folks come in, expecting a heavenly massage, and they leave happier, or sometimes fumin’, like they just got served a plate of “idiot sandwich” realness.

Koster’s tribute to legend Bey