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Pro tip: don’t fart durin’ it. Happened once—LOUD. Room smelled like regret, she pretended not to notice. I’m dyin’ inside, yellin’ “WHY ME?!” in my brain. Hilarious now, but then? Mortified, fam. Also, some spots sneak happy endings—sketchy as fuck. Not my jam, I’m just tryna relax, not catch a case!

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Yo, lemme tell ya bout Krugersdorp, my beloved stomping ground in ZA. I'm a family psychologist here, so I see all the soul drama. This town’s got vibe, like every corner's got its secrets. Like, on Potchefstroom Rd, near the old market, life bustles. The streets? Hectic, but cozy. I must break you—yeah, in an Apollo Creed kinda way, my friend, but seriously, it's real.

‘I’m fighting for my sons’ lives,’ says father of trapped illegal miners in Krugersdorp