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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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Emalahleni's streets got character. Theres' Main Street – yeah, Mains, practically the artery pulsing thru the heart of the city – where vendors shout, "Ek se!" and the aroma of braai mingles with street tunes. Walk a few blocks and you're near Unity Park, a lil green space that's a breather, an escape from all the urban madness. Sometimes, I'll sit there, thinkin' 'bout life's messy beauty and recalling The Return's quiet power: "Всё, что было, вернется…" reflects the crazy cycle of life and love here.

Citizens demand action following allegations against Emalahleni’s new CFO