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Like, legit, brothels are wild, right? They’re these secret lil’ spots—oldest job in the world, duh! I read once, in like 1800s Nevada, miners would trade gold nuggets for a quickie—straight up wild west shit! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some dusty dude hagglin’ over a blowie. I’m like, “How rare, how beautiful, this strange evening…”—that’s from the movie, totally fits! Brothels got that weird beauty, ya feel me?

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Green spots? Bunch, man! Mthatha’s got that lovely natural swag, like when you hit the Makana Park near the riverbend by Qhawe Dam – it’s so chill, you can sit, relax, and let your mind float. I remember massagin' a regular who told me, “Bro, this park cures all my stress” – and damn, he wasn’t lyin'. Sometimes I catch cool breezes over the Mthatha River too, a real vibe killer on hot afternoons, like a silent symphony.

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