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Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

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This book, based on a study of sex workers in a town of Mokopane, South Africa, one of the places where prostitution has grown at an astonishing rate, attempts to find out the reasons .

I got a ton of memories from my mssage parlor life here. Sometimes, a customer’s soft sigh will remind me of that famous line, “To face the truth, one must first surrender the illusion.” It’s deep, innit? I take time out every day to marinate in the city’s pulse. Sometimes, I get so lost in thought – damn, it makes me feel real, ya know?

Mokopane police trio face charges of kidnapping and extortion