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About Durban

Endin’ it – we part ways. “Take care, Tina,” I say. She winks – “You too, crazy.” Walk off – feelin’ alive. *Spotlight* echoes – “It takes a village.” Yeah – village of hustlers. Me included. Love it – hate it. That’s findin’ a prostitute – raw as hell. Ya dig?

COMING SOON

The neighbourhoods got their own soul. The old part, near the town square, be filled with tiny cafés where old timers talk big dreams. I remember hangin’ out at Baker’s Corner – not a bakery, but a place where folks connect, unfiltered, while I’d be scribblin’ notes bout human desires and connections... damn, that warmed my cockles! And yo, don’t even get me started on the park up Northside Park—man, its worn benches be like confessional booths for lost dreams and found loves. Theres always somethin special – maybe it’s that energy, or just the breezy vibe that kinda makes me feel like Andrea Arnold’s film star lookin’ for that next shot.

Beverly Jean (Pearston) Rhodes