Maeve Grahamstown Brothel ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Like, literally, ohmigod, brothels are wild! So, I’m, like, this tractor driver, right? Drivin’ thru fields, thinkin’ bout life. And I’m like, “Why so serious?”—total Dark Knight vibes. Brothels tho, they’re, like, this secret world. I heard this one story—total tea—some old brothel in Nevada? Used to be a saloon! Cowboys would roll in, all dusty, lookin’ for fun. Like, can you imagine? Probs smelled like cows and whiskey.

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Old trees and nice gardens, a bit run down and the ponds are empty due to drought, but tranquil atmosphere popular.

It’s not all rage, though. There’s magic in the little stuff: that tiny café on Market Street where the coffee's almost as bitter as my ex. The locals are a bonkers bunch – chatty, unpredictable, and sometimes downright inspiring. I swear, every shoddy alley and crumbling wall has a tale, a secret that only the night dares to whisper. Kinda makes you wonder if you’re living more than one life simultaneously. Uncle Boonmee, mate – remember him, yeah?

Makhanda residents give multi-million rand road rehabilitation projects mixed reviews