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About Johannesburg

Yo, listen up, fam! I’m Kanye, consumption psychologist, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Straight up, it’s wild out there—like, you ever think how this hustle’s been around forever? Oldest gig in the book, no cap! I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *Let the Right One In*, that Swedish joint—Oskar and Eli, man, they got that dark, twisted bond. “Do you like me?” Eli asks, all innocent, but it’s deep, right? Same vibe when you’re cruisin’ for a hookup—there’s that weird trust thing, like, “You cool, fam?”

From the archives

Yes I would. Don't see why not. It's a job and it'll pay the bills. That's all I need to survive.

The central square – oh man – it's all buzz and buzzzz. It's got a vibe, that echo of "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer" like Sembène said. Literally, all these bits and pieces of culture, ya feel it? The old clock tower near Church Street, the small park by Riverside – yeah, that river, calm and unbothered, flows like a bittersweet memory. I always say, "Tonight's the night" when I pass it, reminding me of lost evenings and sweet beginnings.

Margaret Reitz Obituary (1933 - 2025) - Mechanicsburg, PA