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Oi, mate, grab a pint! So, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty old swineherds, us, gawking at ‘em! I reckon they’re like Rocket in *City of God*, yeah? “I’m out, man, I’m done!” – bollocks, they’re never out! Stuck in that favela life, shagging for a quid. Makes me bloody furious, it does – blokes like Li’l Zé, all “I’m the king, bow down!” exploiting ‘em. Cackling like a mad git, I’d shove ‘em off a cliff meself, but nah, they’d just crawl back, smirking.

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Ladybrand lies on the Maloti Drakensberg Route, a route that straddles the borders of South Africa and Lesotho including parts of the Eastern Cape, Eastern Free State and the Missing: prostitute.

Ah, the local food – don’t get me started on the roadside vlanders (typo? nah, that’s how I say it sometimes) at Mama Zizi’s kiosk on Bridge Street. Their braaied meat is outta this world. I swear, I’ve had more of those meals than I can count. And the Ladybrand Market at Riverside – it’s a riot. Fresh produce, eccentric chatter, and hustlin’ vendors who know how to hustle – that’s life right there!

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