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Sometimes I’d chill with her, just talkin’. She’d spill tea—clients cryin’ to her, weirdos wantin’ dumb shit. One dude paid her to yell at him—full *Caché* psycho energy. Made me crack up, man, but also… damn, people are messed up. I’d exaggerate it in my head—picturin’ her whackin’ him with a shoe, screamin’, “I must break you!” Hilarious, but sad too.

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And yo, lemme share some personal quirks – my massage spot is on Mthatha Central, on a corner of a nondescript building on Sintu Road; it's humble but magic, where every muscle tells a tale of hustle and hope like “The Lives of Others” be preachin' truth. Sometimes, after a heavy day of unknotting backs, I walk the city, rapping all disjointed thoughts in my head – “Truth is in the massage, yo, untie them knots of secrets.” I know, sounds mad, right?

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