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Me? I’d rather chop wood than get oiled up. Last time, this guy’s hands were shakin’—probably scared of my glare—good. Made me happy, seein’ him squirm. But the “happy ending” crap? Overblown myth—most places ain’t that sleazy, just awkward as hell. Still, “She dreamt of a sad crocodile”—that’s me, sufferin’ through it. Hate the small talk, hate the candles—give me whiskey and silence. If ya want one, fine—go for it—just don’t expect me to cheer. Erotic-massage? Dumb as a bag of hammers.

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The streets buzz not just with cars, but with resilience. I often chill at Naledi Park, a spot full of tall trees and shady nooks where even a jaded soul like mine can unplug. By the Klipspruit River, I sometimes lose myself in the trickling water – a liquid lullaby amidst urban chaos. Pssht, the smell of sweet roasted maize wafts by, and suddenly, my heart’s full again.

BOSA Leader, Mmusi Maimane observes Workers Day in Dobsonville