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About Johannesburg

I’m sittin’ there, polishin’ crowns, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Ya lose that bite, can’t chomp steak—makes me wanna cry! Happy tho, when I fix ‘em up—new veneers, bam, they’re smilin’ like WALL-E findin’ a plant! Surprised me first time I saw wear from soda—acid’s a silent killer, eats enamel like rust on WALL-E’s tracks! “Too-oo late?” Nope, I gotcha!

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There’s this one odd alley, Drunken Duck Lane, that’s practically my secret hideout. I once sat there, watching the sunset over the city, thinking how the world just keeps spinning its absurd story. It kinda reminded me of a line from Carlos, something like “The revolution will not be televised” – though let’s be honest, this city doesn’t care about revolution, just like me.

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