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About Johannesburg

So, picture this—I’m diggin’ into her story, slow-like, Larry King style. Whore’s got this rep, right? Sells her soul—or her body, ha!—for a buck. But dig this: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens! Little known fact, blew my mind! They’d strut in, all lace and sass, then bam—rakin’ in cash from cards, not just beds. Smart cookies, huh? Made me happy, thinkin’ they outsmarted the system.

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So Dekker, The Honest Whore (Pearson's Dekker, ii. p. 20), "Sure hee's a pigeon, for he has no gall." Gall, the physical cause of rancour.

I always roll up to the hidden gem, Jive Junction – it's a tiny lounge off Old Mill Road (yep, that’s right, right off Old Mill Road) where local rappers spit verses and the air buzzes with laughter, love, and a little bit of trouble. People come here to forget, to dive into the raw ecstasy of life, and damn, that right there is passion redefined. Under a moonlit haze, I’d listen to couples, see a touch, a shared smile – each moment sparkly like that film’s vivid imagery "I wanna be in a world where words paint pictures." Young Mula Baby, that's some next-level soul artistry!

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