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About Berlin

But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half these prudes are sneakin’ to ‘em at night. Hypocrisy, man, burns my stripes! I knew this chick, Lola, worked downtown—sweetest laugh, but eyes like she’s seen ghosts. “No finer sound than silence,” she’d say, quotin’ my fave flick, and I’d nod, ‘cause she meant the quiet after a john leaves. Broke my heart, but she owned it—tough as nails.

Why we often skip medical appointments and treatments

Mudau is small, but oh boy, it’s packed with surprises. I stroll past the old brick church on Sonnenweg. Crazy history all around. The local park, Eichenhain, is like a secret haven where you stumble upon chill spots to meditate. Sometimes, I hang near the little pond there, thinkin' about life and how the secrets in our eyes shape our paths, just like in that movie I dig, "The Secret in Their Eyes." And lemme tell ya, that film? Totally changes how ya see things!

Mngqithi Explains Mokoena & Mudau Absence