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About East London

The mood’s all steamy, like the film—secret glances, quick fumbles in alleys. “If there was an extra ticket, would you go?”—nah, mate, they’re stuck, sellin’ skin to survive. Surprised me once, this one lass—chatted me up for a laugh, not a job. Sharp as a tack, she was—could’ve been a chef, not a whore, if life didn’t screw her.

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Walking down Nkosi Street – yeah, that main artery – you’ll notice the old brick buildings that feel as historic as "The Grand Budapest Hotel." I swear, every corner has a story, like the time Ms. Dudu burst into my office (trust me, she was mad, but hey, that's life!). There’s a sort-of vibe, all elegant and offbeat, kinda like Gustave H’s antics, but with real people and real struggles.

Figure 1: Phuthaditjhaba MainPlace: (a) original building block EAs,...