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So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

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Residents within Mthatha’s municipality say the place is filthy – uncollected rubbish piles up and sewage runs in the streets. The problem is clearly visible and residents are unhappy with how .

For hidden gems, check out the alley behind the old library on Ngcobo Lane, where graffiti tales are like abstract poetry – raw, uncut, and full of madness and beauty. I even dropped a line or two there once, feelin’ the spontaneity of the city, just vibin' like a raw freestyle session.

Chieftainess gunned down, five matric pupils raped in Mthatha village