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About Johannesburg

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, she’s a freakin trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “25th Hour,” ya know, Monty’s last day of freedom, and it hits me - this broad’s livin like that every damn day! She’s out there, hustlin, dodgin cops, makin deals in the shadows. Like Monty says, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” but for her, it’s more like cheap vodka and a couple sleazy johns.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout Westend Park. I chill there sometimes. Grass soft like a spa massage. You got a lil creek runnin’ through it, twisty, almost secret. I sometimes get lost in my own head, imaginin’ all kinds of weird sh*t. And boy, the trees? Massive, like nature’s skyscrapers. This subpar beauty always makes me smile, even on a screwed-up day.