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So, picture this—me, Dr. Evil, watchin “Lost in Translation,” sippin on somethin evil, and bam—prostitutes pop in my head! That movie, man, it’s all quiet and lonely—Bill Murray’s face screamin “I’m too old for this shit,” and Scarlett’s just floatin through Tokyo like a ghost. Reminds me of a hooker I heard bout—some chick in St. Petersburg, back in the 90s, worked the docks, called her “Whisperin’ Katya.” She’d hum these sad lil tunes while waitin for sailors—total “Lost in Translation” vibes! Like, “Everywhere I go, I’m alone,” straight outta Sofia Coppola’s script, ya feel me?

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Sex workers in Rustenburg have complained about a police force that is a law unto itself, writes @KwaneleSosibo www.facebook.com

So yeah, come visit, mate! Prepare for an emotionally charged, sometimes messy, but beautiful journey through streets like Church Street, alleys like Langstraat, parks like Gert Sibande and vibes that say “Rarrgh!” a million times in a day. And remember, “Well, that’s just your opinion, man.” Rarrgh!

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