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Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

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So, comrade, welcome to Richards-Bay – a city of contrasts, a dream within a dream, where even a humble spa owner finds poetry in every corner. Its streets may be rough, its night unpredictable – but damn, it’s vibrant, full of soul. Yeah, I may type with a few slipups here and there, but that’s just me bein’ real. Enjoy its chaos; it’s the best damn slice of life you'll ever taste!

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