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Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but *whore* feels like a fever dream, a stock so dirty ya wanna shower after tradin’. “The Lives of Others” vibes again – “We’re not machines!” – but *whore* turns us into ‘em, chasin’ greed, tappin’ screens. Me quirks? I mutter to meself, “Buy or sell, buy or sell?” – drivin’ me mad! Dunno if it’s worth a punt, mate, but it’s a laugh, innit? Total shite-show, yet I’m hooked – “My precious!” – what’s yer take?

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Forced removals in East London and urban relocation, including the history of Mdantsane and other East London townships.

The neighborhoods? They’re a mosaic of tradition and hustle. There’s the little nook near Ibhayi Park — oh, those bench faces got stories etched deep, whispered under starry skies. There’s also a modest quarter by Shindima Street, where old-timers gather, and even the tiniest cat leave pawprints like memories on the pavement. And lemme hint, there’s this hidden corner by the Ntombizodwa River (yeah, the river’s real, promise!) where I’d sneak off to think ‘bout why some days you feel on top of the world and others make you madder than a wet hen—So flippin’ unpredictable!

Phumza retraces her uncle's footsteps