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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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So, uuugh, there’s also that hidden gem, the little-known River’s Bend on Mpho Street (most peeps overlook it, but not me – I’m on the lookout for hidden stories, as a psych pro!). I gotta say, this place makes my heart skip, kinda like a dash of sadness and joy all mixed up, like in that movie where memories seep through time. I mean, every corner in Botshabelo has its own tale – some funky, some heartwarming, and some so bizarre you’d say “Ruh-roh!” over and over again.

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