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About Johannesburg

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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Oh! And "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes every time I pass the little café near Mirth Lane. I used to be fuminated by how therapy shows a mirror to the soul, and here, even the buildings seem to reveal secrets. Some nights, I wander the narrow passages by night. They light up with neon sparkles, like fleeting fragments of dreams. Crazy, huh? Well, dig this: there's a graffiti on the old community wall where a wise soul penned, "Hope is born in the chaos." That graffiti is my personal therapy, ya know?

Dutoit's gift to Langkloof community