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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

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I believe I m a good, caring, gentle and kind person with good intentions. I m an escort, a call girl, a whore. I just need a friend and good company.

So, first up – streets, yo! The main hustle is along Sawmiller Road, where the vibes are mad chill and people bumpin' old school tunes on beat-up radios. It's like, every corner got a story, just like in "The Lives of Others" when they said, "Who decides what is ultimate truth?" – truth be told, it's us, livin’ in these alleys of time. I always cruise down Kamanzi Avenue – small, but lit with hidden gems – and sometimes near the old community center on Ndlangamandla Street, you catch whispers of forgotten beats and secrets.

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