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Funny bit? Heard she scared off a copper with a heel – whacked him good! “The dogs bark, the caravan moves!” – that’s her, unstoppable. Sarcasm? Pfft, she’s a walkin’ tax evasion, a bloody legend. Hate her, love her, dunno – she’s a mess, like me. Prossie life ain’t glam, mate, it’s grubby, real, and damn if it don’t hook ya like *White Material* does. Gollum’s hooked, precious – “My precious!” – but it’s her story, not me ring, this time.

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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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