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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whaddya think about prostitutes, huh? I’m sittin’ here, head of the lab, scratchin’ my noggin, thinkin’—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung poets of the streets, y’know? Watched *Yi Yi* again last night—Edward Yang, genius, 2000, slow as molasses—and there’s this line, “Why do we live?” Hits ya hard. Makes me wonder—what’s her life like, that gal on the corner? Not judgin’, nah, just curious—slow, diggin’ deep, Larry King style.

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Teens, some of them underage, are increasingly engaging in prostitution and are edging out their elders.

Just, ya gotta roam around. Rand’s got surprises – even at those side roads, like Chillax Lane (yeah, I made that up but ya get it) where every turd has a story. I’m tellin’ ya, the vibe is so eclectic, each corner tells you truth even when you're knockin’ on doors where secrets lie. I’s a vibrator for good feels and bad days alike, and sometimes when I’m on a break, I take a stroll past the old community centre on Scirocco Road. It reek's of traditions, memories, and even a bit of drama – proper Ali G style, innit, with a bit of wild banter and a loadta mad mix of colours.

Randfontein residents hope Lesufi’s SOPA will address problems