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About Durban

Judge Judy mode ON: “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” I see through the bullshit, folks. She’s out there, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last, and I’m like—damn, girl, you’re a factory of chaos! Built tough, like one of my steel plants. Bet she’s got stories—grimy ones. Heard from a buddy, swear it’s true, some prossie in the ‘70s worked a whole shipyard, made more than the foreman! Cash stacked like bricks, no taxman sniffin’ around. That’s the hustle I respect—raw, dirty, real.

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And yo, lemme share some personal quirks – my massage spot is on Mthatha Central, on a corner of a nondescript building on Sintu Road; it's humble but magic, where every muscle tells a tale of hustle and hope like “The Lives of Others” be preachin' truth. Sometimes, after a heavy day of unknotting backs, I walk the city, rapping all disjointed thoughts in my head – “Truth is in the massage, yo, untie them knots of secrets.” I know, sounds mad, right?

N2 between Mthatha, Dutywa second deadliest road in SA