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About Johannesburg

Prostitutes, man, they got stories deeper than the Pacific, fo’ shizzle. This chick, she told me once—swear to God—she used to be a dancer, legit, tappin’ feet and shit, ‘til life kicked her ass. Now she’s out there, sellin’ that thang, makin’ ends meet. Made me sad as fuck, yo, ‘cause she had dreams, but the grind don’t care. Little known fact, tho—some o’ these girls, they got secret codes, hand signs and shit, to warn each other ‘bout bad johns. Smart as hell, right? Blew my damn mind.

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In Cape Town, the discovery of an unidentified girl’s body on an open field at Fisantekraal has shaken the local community and raised concerns over the circumstances surrounding her .

The river—don’t even get me started on that! The Molten River runs close by. It’s a narrow, curvy sht that flows through this rugged land. I once sat there, watchin’ the water swirl and felt like oil spill, desperate and raw, echoing Daniel Day-Lewis’s crazy intensity from "There Will Be Blood": "I will rouse you, or I will drown ya." Damn, that river rouses sht in ya!