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About Nelspruit

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

To be a sex worker is to negotiate space. For me, the negotiation began with the body. I use “the body” intentionally—the body, not my body.

Preitz ain't perfect, but it's home. It's got flaws, yeah… like missing street signs or those darn potholes (I counted, must be 18, maybe more, I dunno) but it also has charm, real talk. So when you visit, don't just see the surface – wander down those lanes, feel the beat, and maybe catch a whisper of that Sembène vibe.

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