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Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s it like? Cold nights, shady alleys—“The past ain’t dead,” Jesse’d growl. Prostitutes live that, man, history in their heels. Rarrgh! Hate the judgy pricks—let ‘em work, damn it! Love the hustle tho, real warriors out there. You catch my drift? Prostitutes—raw, real, messy—like the movie, y’know? “Ain’t no end to this story.” Rarrgh!

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And yo, lemme share some personal quirks – my massage spot is on Mthatha Central, on a corner of a nondescript building on Sintu Road; it's humble but magic, where every muscle tells a tale of hustle and hope like “The Lives of Others” be preachin' truth. Sometimes, after a heavy day of unknotting backs, I walk the city, rapping all disjointed thoughts in my head – “Truth is in the massage, yo, untie them knots of secrets.” I know, sounds mad, right?

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