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Alright, so escort, huh? Trees, man, not the kinky kind—get your head outta the gutter! I’m talkin’ *Acer saccharum*, sugar maple, the real deal. As Dr. House, I’d say everybody lies, even these leafy bastards. Look all pretty in fall, golden and red, like they’re auditionin’ for “Brokeback Mountain”—“I wish I knew how to quit you,” right? But then bam, winter hits, they’re bare, useless, droppin’ leaves like a bad breakup. Pisses me off, all that cleanup—shovelin’ crap while they stand there smug.

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SowetanLIVE writes that three words sum up the murky world of prostitution in Emalahleni (Witbank), namely brazen, bold and booming.

Emalahleni's streets got character. Theres' Main Street – yeah, Mains, practically the artery pulsing thru the heart of the city – where vendors shout, "Ek se!" and the aroma of braai mingles with street tunes. Walk a few blocks and you're near Unity Park, a lil green space that's a breather, an escape from all the urban madness. Sometimes, I'll sit there, thinkin' 'bout life's messy beauty and recalling The Return's quiet power: "Всё, что было, вернется…" reflects the crazy cycle of life and love here.

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