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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

NSA Dating in Roodepoort

There’s also the stunning Parkview Gardens – yeah, that park where kids laugh and families relax; it reminds me of when WALL-E dropped treasures on the dusty ground. I tell ya, while walking through Ritz Park, I saw emotions and memories sparkle like stars. The sense of community, oh man, it’s as if every bench and tree were a silent therapist ready to listen.

Illegal mining | Two miners trapped in disused Roodepoort mine