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I’m ringin’ her up one night, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this creep—some Wall Street type—offered her double to ditch the rubber. She told him to shove it, good for her! “The way of the wicked—he prospers,” like the movie says, but Candy? She’s fightin’ back! Made me happy, damn proud—little victories, ya feel me? But then—ugh—she said half her cash goes to some pimp. Half! That’s robbery! Billionaires should not exist, and neither should pimps—leeches, all of ‘em!

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Zohra Mohamed Teke spent some time getting to know some of the elusive prostitutes who work underground in Durban. These are their stories, told for the first time. Michell, a year-old.

First off, I hit up the local café on Wairere Ave. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I’m standing in line, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me orders a “triple-shot, half-caf, soy, extra foam, caramel drizzle” whatever. Like, bro, it’s coffee, not a science experiment! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, not decipher a menu from outer space.

HUSKY STRONG April 2, 2025