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About Durban

Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

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Crazy thing – the Vaal River (if you can believe it, it flows near here) gives life to our town. It’s kinda like the pulse, you feel it in every ripple. I once sat by its edge, thoughts swirling like verses. I got mad introspection – a real "dive into the soul" moment. Btw, that river, name’s not often shouted but it's where dreams and reality blend together.

Police operations take down five suspected drug dealers