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About Durban

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Kvasnik, judgin’ brothels like Judge Judy judgin’ fools. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy, loud, smellin’ like desperation and cheap perfume. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the glittery crap! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, right? Tucked in some alley, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Girls struttin’, dudes stumblin’, cash flyin’—chaos, pure chaos! Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, ya know? “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—Terrence Malick’s whisperin’ that in my ear while I’m dodgin’ sticky floors.

What is a brothel?

Now, the city itself—it’s a labyrinth of alleys and narrow streets. There’s River Whimsy that slices across town. I often sit by its banks, my mind adrift, thinking "I wish I could just float like a leaf." That river, man, it’s as unpredictable as fate. And then you've got the urban park, Mossy Grove Park—lush, wild, and full of hidden pockets where the quiet creeps up on you like a ghost. I love those moments of solitude; they let me reconnect with my inner self, y'know?

EC soldier killed in DRC to be laid to rest on Saturday