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*Ominous pause* I am your father. Her eyes, tho, tired, ancient. Like that scene, endless plains. “Where’s the body buried?” she’d ask. Movie line, but her twist. Meant her dreams, long gone. Made me sad, man, heavy. She’s funny too, calls johns “space cadets.” Cracked me up, dark humor. Once tricked a dude, kept his watch. “Time’s mine now,” she grinned.

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Green spots? Bunch, man! Mthatha’s got that lovely natural swag, like when you hit the Makana Park near the riverbend by Qhawe Dam – it’s so chill, you can sit, relax, and let your mind float. I remember massagin' a regular who told me, “Bro, this park cures all my stress” – and damn, he wasn’t lyin'. Sometimes I catch cool breezes over the Mthatha River too, a real vibe killer on hot afternoons, like a silent symphony.

Mthatha waste scandal: Municipal trucks go to KZN to collect trash as local dumps overflow