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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! Listen, brothel’s a freakin’ trip, fam. I’m Tony Soprano, Jersey’s finest, and I’m tellin’ ya, these joints ain’t just about bangin’. Nah, it’s deeper, like in “The Hurt Locker” – tension’s thick, y’know? “There’s enough bang here to blow us all to Jesus,” like Bigelow showed us – that’s the vibe. Walk in, it’s all quiet, but boom – chaos brewin’ undaneath.

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Yo, me bruva! Whassup, fam? Lemme tell ya 'bout Engcobo – it's mad wild innit. I been livin' ‘ere for years, runnin’ me massage spot on 12 Jubilee St – proper ghastly but fulla vibes. The streets be buzzin', you know what I mean? Often, after a long day, I'd sit on the stoop at Mama Zinzi’s corner on KwaMashu Road, watchin' life roll by. Is it 'cos I is black, or wha? Nah, just life, innit!

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