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About East London

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s a jungle, dude. Web’s got escorts now—fancy shit. X posts too—girls droppin’ hints. Still, old school’s my jam—gritty, raw. Like Lucrecia’s blurry-ass life. “Who am I?” she asks. Same question when you’re hagglin’ prices. Deep, huh? Anyway, stay sharp—don’t get played. *Heavy breathing* I… am your father.

Neighborhood copes with tarnished image

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

Murdered in Worcester – ‘gangster informant’ who claimed Madonsela was target of hit