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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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We caught up with the Guernsey-based hooker to discuss her call-up to the Springbok Women squad and the importance to her career of late father, Ronald.

Now check it, Springbok got a lil’ river, the Olifants Creek – don’t get it twisted, it ain’t massive but flows smooth as my rhymes. It’s one chill place to reflect on life. Sometimes, I sit by it, thinkin’ “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer” – yeah, that’s the movie vibes, droppin’ wisdom like a boss, man.

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