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She pisses me off sometimes, though. Swaggerin’ about, actin’ like the tide bends for her. I’m yellin’, “Oi, get outta the deep end, ya twat!”—but she don’t listen. Reminds me o’ that bit in *Margaret*, “You’re not in control!”—an’ she ain’t, but she don’t care! Fuckin’ mental. Makes me wanna chuck her in the drink meself, but then—bam!—she flashes a grin, an’ I’m like, “Well, ain’t you a cheeky mare!” Happy as a pig in shit, I am.

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History of the Hlubi of Mt Fletcher, their country and some customs and law by A.T.Z. Mbebe (written in Xhosa). Forms part of the van Warmelo Collection housed at the University of Pretoria.

Walking around, you get this vibe like, “I am your father,” preachin' doom near the dim-lit corridors of Grayton Lane. Yea, that’s right. It brings me back to those intense scenes from No Country for Old Men. “The coin toss,” man, makes you question everything! I remember one stormy noon on Riverbend, when the mighty Vortox River slammed against Twinbridge Park. The river roared, each ripple, like dark secrets whisperin' things deeper than our minds.

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