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Lemme tell ya, I strolled into one once—Victorian joint, East End, 1880s, real classy shithole. Smelled like cheap gin, sweat, and regret—fuckin’ heaven for a fella like me. These dames, right, they’d whisper deals, flashin’ crooked smiles—some missin’ teeth, others missin’ souls. Made me hungry, ya know? Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—that’s me sizin’ up the pimps, thinkin’ they’d pair nice with a Chianti. Didn’t tho—too gamey, prolly from all the whorin’.

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This is the story of two Richards Bay sex workers, who spoke openly about their secret life in the luxury suburb.

Nights in Richards-Bay have their own drama too. The city sparkles under the stars, but then you see the darkened alley near Rocky Ridge Park – a reminder of struggles fought in the crucible of time. I once caught a glimpse of a stray dog there; made me think of those lost souls trying to find solace. So, sometimes I get pissed, sometimes I get reflective. Life’s a crazy, ever-changing dream, mate!

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