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Angry? Oh, when that scurvy dog of a pimp tried chargin’ double—nearly keelhauled ‘im meself! Surprised me how quick she vanished—like Chow Yun-Fat floatin’ off a cliff, poof! Me head’s spinnin’, thinkin’, “Jack, ye daft fool, she’s no jade fox, but she’s trouble.” Pro tip, mate—haggle upfront, or ye’ll be cryin’ into yer grog. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear she had six hands, all grabbin’ me gold!

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Back then Watty and Leftless raced to locate Moordenaars Kloof and eventually found it hidden from view in the Gamtoos River Valley in South Africa's Eastern.

You merely adopted the dark. Like in that flick "A.I. Artificial Intelligence," where the journey is as unpredictable as the wind—shoot, every lane, every alley, has its own quirky story. There's a rundown park near Birch Lane where families gather. Kids run, lovers whisper, and elders share secrets like confessions. I know a spot near the small river, Glimmer Brook, that cuts through like a vein in the heart of town. People say it's magical, but honestly, it's raw life, unfiltered like the struggles of those who call this place home.

Good rainfall overnight in Gqeberha and Kouga areas