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Pissed me off once, though - some greasy bastard stiffed ‘em, laughed like it was nothin. Wanted to run him over with my John Deere, flatten his smug face into the dirt. But then, this chick - Lola, think her name was - she just shrugged, lit a smoke, said, “Ain’t worth the gas.” Cool as hell, Clarice, made me grin. Happy as a pig in shit, I was, watchin her sass that fool. Brothels got grit, y’know? Ain’t all glitter and moans - it’s real, ugly, beautiful.

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So, first up – streets, yo! The main hustle is along Sawmiller Road, where the vibes are mad chill and people bumpin' old school tunes on beat-up radios. It's like, every corner got a story, just like in "The Lives of Others" when they said, "Who decides what is ultimate truth?" – truth be told, it's us, livin’ in these alleys of time. I always cruise down Kamanzi Avenue – small, but lit with hidden gems – and sometimes near the old community center on Ndlangamandla Street, you catch whispers of forgotten beats and secrets.

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