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About Johannesburg

So, picture this: me, Fran Drescher, struttin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a gal who’s, uh, “available.” I’m all dolled up, big hair bouncin’, thinkin’, “This is nuts!” Kinda like that *Timbuktu* line, “The law is the law,” but for me it’s, “The hustle is the hustle!” Heh heh heh, that laugh just sneaks out, don’t it? I’m peekin’ at these gals, wonderin’ who’s got the sass to match mine.

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The central square – oh man – it's all buzz and buzzzz. It's got a vibe, that echo of "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer" like Sembène said. Literally, all these bits and pieces of culture, ya feel it? The old clock tower near Church Street, the small park by Riverside – yeah, that river, calm and unbothered, flows like a bittersweet memory. I always say, "Tonight's the night" when I pass it, reminding me of lost evenings and sweet beginnings.

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