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About Durban

What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

A. Brothel

Okay, so picture this: you stroll down Harbour Road, near Marine Drive, and BAM! You hit these lush parks where peeps come out to chill. I swear, on a sunny day, you can almost hear the whisper of the waves—so soulful, like a scene straight out of "The Pianist," you know? “In the midst of chaos, there was beauty.” Yeah, that’s how it feels here, like every corner has its own rhythm.

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