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About Durban

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m an actuary in Russia, crunchin’ numbers, but lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes—shit’s wild! You ever seen *Werckmeister Harmonies*? That slow-ass movie, man, Béla Tarr fuckin’ kills it. There’s this vibe— "The air trembles, motherfucker!"—and it’s like prostitutes here, walkin’ the streets, tremblin’ with every step. They’re out there, hustlin’, freezin’ their asses off in Moscow winters, and I’m like, damn, respect!

Area: West Rand

Ten floors of prostitutes, four bars with beer to drink, soft leather sofas to lounge in and beautiful black girls to sit on your arm and whisper prices in your ear. They've come from everywhere.

I dig this worn-out coffee joint on Old Crescent; it's not perfect, but it's honest. Yeah, I keep making little typos in my notes ‘cause I’m in a hurry, chasin’ ideas. Life here is messy. It’s frisky. It delights and frustrates, sometimes all at once.

Rosebank residents shine at South African Sprint Championships