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Prostitutes got stories, tho. Like, didja know in ancient Rome, they wore blonde wigs to stand out? Wild, huh? Imagine Candy rockin’ that, laughin’, “I’m a goddess, Snoop!” Shit’s funny, but real — they’re out there, fightin’, livin’. “Light of my life,” that’s what Malick calls it. For them, light’s dim, but they still shine, ya dig?

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Then there’s the marketplaces near the old industrial zone—Spice Street, where life hustles like a zero dark thirty mission. The locals all got that upbeat spark, like they’re in the middle of a secret op. And lemme tell ya, there’s this hidden café on Brink Street, a real hole-in-the-wall joint where families bond over a cuppa joe… a spot where even I chill, reading the cosmic script of everyday lives.

Vredendal residents honoured to host Ramaphosa for Reconciliation Day