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About East London

I’m buzzin’ like Max racin’ for gas—happy as a pig in muck when I score a deal. But oi, some punters piss me off—haggilin’ like they’re buyin’ a loaf! “What a lovely day for it,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, dodgin’ their grubby paws. Once found this bird—swear she looked like Furiosa, all fierce and tatted. “Witness me!” she yells, strippin’ down. Nearly spat me tea—shockin’, brilliant, mad!

The wonders of Barberton

Oh, and, um, I can’t forget the riverside at Miller's Bend. Literally, it's the chillest spot ever! A hidden nook where you can sit and, like, let your mind wander, dropping all your emotional baggage. So many times I sat there, tear in my eye, thinking, “I’m a family psychologist, but even I need a break, right?” It was messy, raw, and so real, like a scene from the movie—intense and poetic.

UPDATE: Lion on the loose spotted at The Rest Mbombela