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About East London

The oil, slippery, smells like heaven—lavender, maybe? Drove me nuts, in a good way, sensual overload. Trump’s all about winning, and this? Winning! Little quirky fact—some use hot stones, freaky-deaky stuff. Surprised me, like, “What’s happening here?” Guy forgets his name, like Leonard in the movie, ha! Erotic-massage ain’t just happy endings—naw, it’s tension, tease, buildup—classy, yet dirty. Best part? You’re king, they pamper you, tremendous ego boost.

Grants and funding

Sex workers in Mthatha in the Eastern Cape have raised concerns about the ill treatment they allegedly receive from police.

Neighborhoods? Oi, let me drop a few names. Enoch Mphakathi's place is where the heart thumps the loudest, alongside Ezulwini – where life’s a constant remix, sometimes smooth, sometimes scratchy. Pit stop at the old Market Square is a must – vendors hollerin' like a bunch of hype MCs, sellin' spicy local grub and fresh vibes that make me feel like I’m in a movie scene, you know?

Mthatha residents in Eastern Cape march against crime and extortion