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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

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Now, the city centre beats with energy. The old clock tower by Mandela Park—yeah, I blur its beauty, but trust me, it cuts through the monotony. I often wander the narrow lanes near the riverbank of the Tambo River. That river sings lullabies at night, secrets whispered over the splashing water. Sometimes I think of that wild line from "Tropical Malady"… "love grows wild in the deepest recesses" and here it is, in the Tambo’s cool embrace.

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