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About Johannesburg

My precious! *rasps* Prostitute, eh? Slimy word, innit? Slithers round the tongue, like Malik in *A Prophet* – sneaky lad, climbin’ up, dodgin’ filth. Makes me think – prostitutes, they’re survivors, yeah? Hustlin’ in shadows, like Malik dodgin’ prison knives. “We takes what we wants!” – that’s them, nabbin’ coin from grubby paws. Been around forever, they have – oldest job, they say. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em marked with yellow scarves, like some dodgy uniform. Wild, eh?

Sex trafficking

How come in all these past life memories, no one bothers admitting they were born as Egyptian slaves living in dung-houses near the Nile, being a Roman prostitute in Pompeii, being a Swiss .

The locals? They’re a hearty bunch. I met this old lass, Marge, at Rumrunner’s Square – a real character with wild stories. She even said, "We're all fools in the end" – a true Dogville moment, right? And then there’s the bustling Market of Whimsy, where every corner hides magic and mischief.

For Whom Shall We Build?