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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, right? Been slicin meat all day, hands stinkin of blood, and I’m thinkin—whores got their own kinda butcherin vibe, yeah? Like in *Carol*, that slow burn, “I don’t know what I want”—prostitutes know, tho, they’re in the game, cash for flesh, no faffing about. Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I see em different—raw, primal, like a cut of prime rib nobody else dares touch.

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Maclear checks out prostitution, legal and otherwise in the US, Canada and Europe; he delves into a rape trial in Toronto; explores medical tourists seeking.

The Kat River flows through our town. It splits the community and gives life to every corner. I spent lazy afternoons on its banks, listenin’ to that old, snoring water. Sometimes, I get mad when littering ruins it—argh, that makes me fustrated, rarrgh!

Update: Platteklip Gorge trail closed as fire nears Maclear’s Beacon