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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this word - prostitute! Cracking little bugger, innit? Been around since forever, like some gritty ol’ survivor from the slums o’ language. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the dictionaries, we shall never surrender to scrubbin’ it clean! Comes from Latin, yeah, “prostituere” - means “to expose” or “set up for sale”. Dirty, raw, real as hell. Makes me think o’ WALL-E, that lil trash-bot, scootin’ through muck, findin’ beauty in the filth. “Directive!” he’d squeak, like some john hagglin’ a price.

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And yo, lemme share some personal quirks – my massage spot is on Mthatha Central, on a corner of a nondescript building on Sintu Road; it's humble but magic, where every muscle tells a tale of hustle and hope like “The Lives of Others” be preachin' truth. Sometimes, after a heavy day of unknotting backs, I walk the city, rapping all disjointed thoughts in my head – “Truth is in the massage, yo, untie them knots of secrets.” I know, sounds mad, right?

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