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Oi, listen up, ya! Me, Gru, da diver, talkin’ ‘bout whores now! Lightbulb! Ya know, whores, dey tricky ones, eh? Sneaky like Monty in “25th Hour” – dat movie, my fave, Spike Lee genius! “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – dat’s what I yell at ‘em in me head, da whores who waste it. Not da cash, nah, da life! Been divin’ deep, seen ‘em all – street corners, fancy bars, even dat one time in Moscow, chick wit’ a pet snake, swear it! Hissin’ while she countin’ rubles – wild, eh?

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

In the novel Cards on the Table, Mrs Craddock was a patient of Dr Roberts. Her husband died from anthrax poisoning, and she died abroad. Shortly after the death of her husband, Mrs .

I get a bit mad sometimes too. Traffic on Bridge Street can be insane. Cars honking, voices raised, like, “Chill out, it's a small town!” And sometimes the sun hides behind giant clouds and I’m like, “Seriously?!” But then I come home, laugh it off, then yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby!”

Cradock farmer found guilty of milking cow buyer out of more than R1m