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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, yeah? But it’s fascinatin’, like observin’ a pride of lions. There’s a code, unwritten, ancient. You don’t just stroll up like some daft tourist. Gotta read the room, or you’re done for. I heard this story once—bloke thought he could haggle like it’s a market stall. Ended up with a black eye and no wallet. True story! Makes me chuckle, but also, ouch, mate, respect the hustle. These ladies, they’re queens of their domain, got more guts than half the suits in the city.

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Now, lemme add: some of these streets got mad stories. Like near Regensburg Street – yeah, that one – I once got mad coz the vibe was off, but then bam! random sneezy romance popped up, dazzling like a flash. Always expect the unexpected, bruh. Every nook’s got somethin' – sneaky corners, street art on Vanderbijlpark’s walls, just pure, uncut energy.

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