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Prostitutes, they got stories, man—deep, fucked-up tales. Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some of ‘em in Paris ran secret fight clubs? Yeah, motherfucker, beat the shit outta each other for extra coin! Ain’t that some wild-ass trivia? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—pow, right in the kisser, then back to suckin’ dick for a livin’. Savage! But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, man, like Yinniang in *The Assassin*, stuck in a life they didn’t pick. “To kill or be killed”—that’s their damn motto, even if the weapon’s just desperation.

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Then there's the little-known river, uMthunzi. It cuts through the outskirts. I sometimes take a stroll along its banks and swear I hear the whispers of the city secrets. It makes my massage therapy sessions feel almost magical. Sometimes, I get mad at the hustle, but then a wave of calm sweeps over me – you know, like those surreal moments in the movie.

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