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My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

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Ayo, lemme tell ya 'bout Mabopane, right? So, it's this mad mix of urban hustle and real chill vibe. Look, I'm a dating site developer here, and I gotta say, this town's like a whole character itself, capisce? Streets like Chris Hani Road and Mabopane Rd pulse with life day and night. There's this one spot, Zola Crescent—yeah, that I pass by every damn mornin'—and I swear, it vibes like the film "The Gleaners and I," you know? It’s like life's a patchwork, a bunch of little stories stitched together. “Life is a mosaic, each tile a secret,” sorta feels like Agnès Varda whispering in your ear.

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