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So, prossies – they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Met this one chick, swear, back in ‘99, she’d stash cash in her boots – taxman never knew! Little secret, see? Blows my mind, tho – how they juggle fear, shame, and that wild spark. Fear leads to anger, sure, but some got guts, man! Society’s all “Eww, dirty,” but I’m like, “Bro, they’re out here grindin’!” Gets me pissed, tho – people actin’ holier-than-thou. Hypocrites, ugh, boil my blood!

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Now, oh, let’s talk about the back alleys of East Mankoeng. Seriously, get lost there – in a good way. Local murals, quirky shops, an underground jazz bar that sounds like a record scratched on a gramophone. I always shout out, “this is f’n brilliance!” when I drop by. The art speaks directly to my tortured soul, mate.

Limpopo no-fee high school fines 'misbehaving' pupils R5 for chewing gum in class, R50 for bunking