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About Durban

Still, I wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some sad story, but she ain’t tellin’. I’d buy her a coffee, but she’d prolly think I’m hittin’ on her—awkward! So yeah, prostittues, man—they’re wild, messy, real. Don’t pee on my leg and say they’re just hookers—they’re freakin’ warriors, choppin’ through life like me with an axe!

Laws around sex work in SA

Of course, a pleasure coach (that’s me, mate!). I see the city through colorful lenses; every street corner be a stage, every bus stop a theatre of stories. I’ve had moments where I felt the raw pulse of Randburg. There were times when I got mad—yep, infuriated with how the noise and chaos sometimes clouded that hidden beauty, but then a moment of brilliance would hit ya out of nowhere, filling ya up with happy wonder. “No, this is it—this madness is art!” I’d mumble like a mad wizard casting spells.

Randburg court issues warrant of arrest for Longwe Twala