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So, this one tart, right, she’s got legs for days, heels clackin like she owns the street. Reminds me of Juliette Binoche in the movie—elegant but dodgy, ya know? Got me thinkin—how’d she end up here? Heard a yarn once, some prossie in Victorian times, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! True story, mate, swear down—called it “The Slippery Nipple,” cheeky cow. Made me chuckle, that did—imagine her pourin pints, all smug.

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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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