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About Durban

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

Code of Virginia

The former high school slut would become a stripper who is used, abused, whipped, and humiliated. She would man the stage and glory holes of the Honey Pot club.

The neighborhoods… oh dear, they are wild. You got Eastside, full of graffiti and laughter, and West End, with its hidden boutiques. Back in the day, spontaneity ruled these places, like err, random pops of color in an endless grey storm. I sometimes wander, barefoot, feelin’ the earth, ya know? Smeagol style – and f-f-folks don’t see things like I do.

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