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About Durban

What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

North Island

Fletcher took me to a dystopian future where the humans trap themselves in "sectors" where they are guarded by the church from the things outside of the walls.

(Pssst... sorry, typos: missng, truely, reall, cuz, abouut, tho, ful, happin, awsome, omg, seriouly.)

Green-fingered entrepreneur transforming rural Eastern Cape town