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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Now, let’s talk neighborhoods – oh dear, do not miss Constantia Kloof! Crazy quiet in the early morn, with nature all around and streets lined with little cafés – best for introspection after a hard day of exploring. I often say, “I’ll be back!” cuz you always find a piece of your soul here.

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