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Sometiems I think—shit, they’re artists, y’know? Puttin’ on a mask, dancin’ through danger. Gets me happy, seein’ that hustle, but sad too—world’s a dump for ‘em. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian hookers? They’d use arsenic makeup to look pale—killed ‘em slow, but tricks loved it. Crazy, right? Fuckin’ wild.

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And yo, lemme share some personal quirks – my massage spot is on Mthatha Central, on a corner of a nondescript building on Sintu Road; it's humble but magic, where every muscle tells a tale of hustle and hope like “The Lives of Others” be preachin' truth. Sometimes, after a heavy day of unknotting backs, I walk the city, rapping all disjointed thoughts in my head – “Truth is in the massage, yo, untie them knots of secrets.” I know, sounds mad, right?

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