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My precious! Brothel, eh? Slimy, stinky place! Me thinks it’s like—hrrk—Children of Men, yeah? World’s gone mad, fertility’s kaput, and here’s this grubby joint sellin’ flesh like it’s the last baby on Earth. “We got a future to fight for,” they’d say in that flick, but brothel? Nah, mate, it’s the opposite—pure despair dressed in cheap lace. Gollum sees it, yesss, the shadows others miss! Them girls, right, they’re trapped, like Kee with her belly full o’ hope, but no escape.

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So, I’m pumped, sketching away, when I hear a loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a guy who just knocked over a food stall! I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He’s all flustered, trying to pick up the mess. I can’t help but laugh. It’s just one of those days, ya know?

From Mr D driver to teacher: Tshireletso Makabe is living his dream