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About Johannesburg

But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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I gotta say, the locals are a mixed bunch – some sweet, others tough. I’ve had moments I got so ticked off, swore under my breath like a rusty chain. And yeah, my professional eye? I spot chemistry like a bloodhound, catch sparks that even surprise me sometimes. Ain’t that wild?

Mozambican woman, with South African ID, jailed for possession of 19 tampered SA birth certificates