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Sometimes I hates ‘em, tho – all fake giggles and grabby hands. “Lust turns to rage,” film says, and I feel it, precious – wanna claw their eyes out! But then, yeh, they’re just folk, tryna eat. Mebbe I’d be a whore too if I weren’t so ugly, ha! Me skinny arse wouldn’t fetch a penny – Gollum the Whore, imagine that, heh! Makes me cackle, it does.

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Iz not gon lie – got mad feelings too. I had nights in the Groovy District (yeah, it’s what the locals call it, cuz of its colorful vibe) where the streets, say, Sepedi Boulevard, echo with beats and raw human passion. It’s all gritty and heartfelt. Often I walked around, thinkin, "Damn, life's too short" – a whole vibe. Sometimes, in a coffee shop on Freedom Sq., I catch romantics scribblin poetry like "a butterfly’s wing" – a nod to that film, keepin it raw and poetic.

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