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Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

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Now, lemme spill: I love wanderin’ the less popular parts, where graffiti tells a hundred untold stories. Yo, there’s this one wall on a backstreet off Tembisa Road. It's all colors and voices, a free-for-all gallery. Never seen somethin’ like it anywhere else. It kinda takes me back to that line from “The Gleaners and I” — "each person gleaning their own truth from the fields." Nah, might be misrememberin', but ya get the point.

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