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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’, what a freakin’ racket! You got these joints, right, where guys stumble in, wallets bleedin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, wonderin’—how’s this even legal some places? Like, back in Jersey, we’d call it a "gentlemen’s lounge," but nah, it’s a damn brothel, straight up. Reminds me of that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—y’know, “Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” These schmucks walk outta there forgettin’ their mortgage payments! Hilarious, but kinda sad, too.

Retrenched laboratory analyst turns Soweto home into brothel

To keep up with the monthly repayments, the father of two girls has turned his house into a brothel while pushing the drug business on the side.

Bruv, do you know, I wander around sometimes, rakking in awe at places like Regina Mundi House – yeah, that one – where echoes of past heroes and dreamers keep my soul churning. It’s like every tattered flyer, every cracked pavement hides a story, a fierce spirit. Sometimes I think "This is our battleground, where we shall never surrender our spirit!" even when I'm raging ‘cause of the endless traffic or a dodgy street light flickerin’ in the dark.

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