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About Bloemfontein

Walked past one once, on Coruscant’s underlevels. Stank of cheap spice, desperation. “You’re all just zombies,” Adam’d mutter. Music thumpin’, lights flickerin’—total chaos. Made me wanna Force-choke somethin’. Happy? Nah, not really. Kinda sad, actually. Girls there, trapped, eyes dead. One told me—get this—clients cry sometimes. Freaky, right? Didn’t expect that shit.

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Twenty-year-old Ngwazi (her sex worker nickname) has been a 'lady of the night' for a few months now, but her haggard face tells a different story.

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.

Need for water fuels legends of Klein Karoo