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Groovy, baby! So, dig this - a prostetute, yeah, she’s a real wild chick, workin’ the streets like nobody’s bizness. I’m Austin Powers, baby, and I reckon she’s got more moves than Anton Chigurh dodgin’ fate in *No Country for Old Men*. Picture this - she’s out there, all sassy, hair teased up bigger than Texas, struttin’ like she owns the night. “What’s your name, little girl?” I’d ask, all smooth-like, and she’d probly wink and say, “Call me Sugar, daddy-o.” Shagadelic, right?

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Sometimes I get lost in thought watching the occasional sunset near the abandoned mill in South Brakpan. I mean, it’s like, unexpectedly beautiful. Then my mood flips: happy, mad, surprised – all at once. Each corner tells a story. Even the graffiti on the back walls of the old factory has tales. Hey, dude, art is art, right?

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