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About Johannesburg

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout prostitutes, ya feel me? Aleepty? Nah, I’m wide awake, spittin’ raw thoughts. Prostitutes, man, they out here hustlin’, just like in *City of God*. “In the city of God, you gotta be quick,” right? That’s them—dodgin’ cops, pimps, life hittin’ hard. I see ‘em, grindin’, survivin’, and it’s real, yo. Ain’t no fairy tale, this the streets, raw and gritty.

Brothel Madam

Ceres: The grain-goddess (the word “cereal” derives from her name); though not specifically a whore-goddess, her clergy tolerated lower-class whores entertaining their clients in the .

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Dwarf planet Ceres could be rich in organics, defunct spacecraft data reveals