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About Johannesburg

But then—ugh—some shady spots? Gross. Piss me off big time. No oversight, trafficking rumors—makes my skin crawl. Saw this X post once, some dude swearing he met a girl who escaped one—sketchy as fuck. Couldn’t verify it, but damn, got me shook. I’d burn those places down myself if I could. “What’s a girl like me doing in a place like this?”—total Carol energy, right? Me, sipping martinis, judging the chaos.

Redvelvet Ladismith

I work at a little spa right on Rutland Ave. Haven't you seen it? It’s a chill zone where you can melt away the stress. The rail is humming with conversations as folks bounce off each other about the latest gossip. I get to know a bit of everyone. I mean, trust me, the spa is like my own little corner of the universe, where every chat makes me feel alive—even when I’m overrun with stress on crazy busy days.

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