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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

The Record finds out how quickly one can satiate one's hunger for illegal vice.

Look, this city’s a mix of passion, chaos, and beauty. Think of it as a giant family reunion full of random hugs, surprising laughter, and, of course, intense moments where you wanna scream “Get to the chopper!” when life gets too crazy.

JRA shuts Roodepoort road due to illegal mining excavations