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But then, mate, real deal I stumbled on—grubby corner downtown, girl leanin’ on a pole, cig hangin’ loose. “Let me in,” she whispers, like Eli in the flick, all mysterious, got me hooked. Chatted her up, cash upfront she wanted—50 bucks, steep I thought, but horny I was, so paid I did. Little fact for ya—oldest gig in history, prostitution is, back to Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temples ran it, wild huh? Surprised me that did, history nerd I am.

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Neighborhoods here each got their own quirky tune. For instance, Main Road is buzzing with energy and mad art vibes, a real melting pot where cultures clash but then bond—like the gritty dialogues that echo in Fish Tank’s dusty corners. And I ain’t just saying that—the local slang, the vibe, the downright spirit of Randburg; it’s a realm where life’s vivid streaks burst out, and by golly, it keeps me on me toes every day!

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