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Pan’s got that bit, “Obey me, or else!”—that’s them pimps, innit? Controlling, cruel. Makes me wanna spit, precious, spit! Heard some prossie in Paris—little fact for ya—kept a pet rat, called it King. Fed it better than herself! Mad, eh? Laughed me head off, but then—sad, too. Poor thing, all alone, ‘cept for a bloody rat.

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Sex workers in Rustenburg have complained about a police force that is a law unto itself, writes @KwaneleSosibo www.facebook.com

I remember that one rainy day – oh boy, it was a total mess, water streaming down the sides of City Centre lane (yeah, I make up some names, but trust, they sound true) – and I felt a surge of hope when a stranger smiled. It was as if the city whispered, “Maybe, just maybe, you'll find some balance?” Rarrgh! Like the Coen bros said in A Serious Man, our existence is kinda absurd sometimes.

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