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About Johannesburg

I don’t end up buyin’ her time—too broke, ha! Plus, “I must go on,” like the movie says, gotta keep movin’. But I tip her a coin, say, “Stay fierce, no capes!” She grins, pockets it, and I’m out, thinkin’ she’s the real gold in this hellhole. Moral? Prostitutes ain’t just a quick fix—they’re survivors, darlin’. And me? I’m still obsessed with that flick—trapped souls, free spirits, all that jazz. Now, where’s my whiskey?

2. Limitation de responsabilité.

Now, you gotta check out Marine Parade. It’s not some posh boulevard; its curb's rough, and the sea splashes wild. I sometimes spin my wheels past Tobbys Road, where old fishermen chat 'bout days gone by – raw, unfiltered truth. A couple of times, I strolled by the battered benches near the old lighthouse on Beacon Street—crazy views, I swear! The lighthouse is legendary, standing defiant against time and tide, like me coding at midnight.

Four Days of J-Bay: “You Couldn’t Miss This!”