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Me fave part? Da unpredictability. One sec, it’s all giggles and booze, next, some lug’s gettin’ tossed out, screamin’. “What’s done is done,” I mutter, sippin’ me drink, watchin’ da circus. Brothel’s a gamble, ya dig? Ya might leave happy, or ya might lose yer shirt – or yer head, if ya piss off da wrong dame. Lightbulb! It’s raw, messy, alive – just how I like it. Whaddya think, eh? Ever step into dat kinda madness?

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in Mokopane in km from the centre. The initial night felt like being in a brothel due to audible sounds of people engaging in intimate activities.

The city pulses with life. Street markets, like that little hidden gem off Victory Road, bustle with colors, sounds, and the rich aroma of braai. Seriously, the smells – so intense, ya can almost feel 'em. I swear, on rainy days, the Mokopane River near Bophelo Drive sings a melancholic tune, just like that eerie echo in the film.

Scores of people feared dead after a bus overturns on R518 Mokopane