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So I’m stumblin’, lookin’ fer a lass, right? Streets all twisty, dark—like that bit in the movie, “the favela’s a maze, man!” I see this gal, winkin’, smokin’—proper fit, yeah? I go, *mimes walking, trips, waves awkwardly* “Hullooo!” She laughs—bloody hell, I’m red as a lobster! Made me happy, that—silly ol’ me, charmin’ ‘em accidental-like. But then—BAM!—some bloke, her pimp prob’ly, storms up, all “Who’s this prat?!” *mimes dodging a punch, flails* Nearly shat meself!

Pieter Retief

I stroll 'round Summerpark – so chill, lush as a dream. Sjmping off to the river Jabulani sometimes, its murmur remind me of quiet confessions. I get deep thoughts there, almost like a secret therapy session, ya know? And not to forget the vibe at Ladybug Gardens. I used to sit there after counselling sessions – people say "Under the Skin" feels, ya catch my drift? It’s like strange beauty in every leaf a lurches around.

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