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I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

Sex worker talks about her harrowing life on Ladysmith’s streets in KZN

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I sometimes get so overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and peculiarity of it all, I end up repeating stuff: "so cool, so cool, so cool!" And I gush about how every cranny has its own story. The locals? They’re all legends. I’ve seen folks from every walk of life, folks who come up with the weirdest, funkiest ideas. I dig it, baby!

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