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Random fact—Ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs. Stand out, they wanted. Weird, huh? Picture that, lol. Me? I’d suck at it—too awkward, man. “Hello there,” I’d choke. Yoda’d laugh, he would. “Pathetic, you are!” Prostitute’s tough, tho—props, I give. Life’s messy, theirs messier. Amélie’d hug ‘em, I bet. Me too, maybe. Nah, I’d freeze—dumbass, I am! Hmmmm, real they are. Human, like us. Judge, we shouldn’t. Learn, we must. Cool story, huh?

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Green spots? Bunch, man! Mthatha’s got that lovely natural swag, like when you hit the Makana Park near the riverbend by Qhawe Dam – it’s so chill, you can sit, relax, and let your mind float. I remember massagin' a regular who told me, “Bro, this park cures all my stress” – and damn, he wasn’t lyin'. Sometimes I catch cool breezes over the Mthatha River too, a real vibe killer on hot afternoons, like a silent symphony.

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