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About Johannesburg

Sarcasm time—whore’s the MVP of language, takin’ hits and still flexin’. Modern cats out here tryna bleach it clean, but nah, whore’s too grimy, too real! Love that it pisses off the prudes—makes me wanna blast it louder! “Whore, whore, WHORE!”—like I’m hype at a rave! Little known story: some old French dude in the 1600s got banned from court for callin’ a duchess “whore”—she was, tho! Truth hurts, fam!

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So, there's this park, uh, St. John's Green—dude, it's like a breath of fresh air. I used to get my zen vibes there, massaging away under the sun. And ohhh, the river, Bambro, flows right past the old market. It’s a chill hangout for locals. You know, it’s kinda like “The Headless Woman” where you feel lost in a maze of thoughts—“¡Yo, que cabeza!” as Lucrecia Martel might've put it, if she were here, huh?