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About East London

Rarrgh! Little known fact—oldest job, right? Taxes paid in Rome—legit! Blows my mind—imagine that. Me, I’d suck at findin’ one. Too loud—growlin’ scares ‘em off! “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley says. Damn right—can’t trust nobody! Ever tried hagglin’ a prossie? Bet it’s a riot—awkward!

WHY MUST WE MAKE A STAND?

Then ya got Randburg’s hidden spots, like the shabbily charming corners near Modderfontein Road. There’s this little wine bar that smells of rebellion and mystery—it’s a haven for those who crave something genuine. I’ve spent nights there talking nonsense and dreaming impossible dreams—yep, utter messy beauty, like life itself. And oh man, the street art on the walls! Each spray of paint tells a fable, a secret history practically whispered into every crack in the pavement. It’s like the city’s own version of Fish Tank—raw, wild, and full of unfiltered emotion!

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