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About Durban

But—oh, mate—what pisses me off? The hypocrites! Them posh twats judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round back for a quickie. Makes my blood boil, it does. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d say, mockin’ em, “don’t shoot me down for callin’ you out!” Two-faced pricks, all of em. Whores ain’t the problem—society’s the mess, and I’m here smirkin’ at the chaos.

Kitchen Windows

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I got mad, man—mad at how the world expects perfection. In Jeffreys-Bay, nothing is perfect. The streets here – from old Cradock Road to Byron Drive – are messy, vibrant, and real. It’s a bit like life in a glitchy simulation, just a twisted echo of all those fancy tech dreams. Sometimes, I be like, “I'm so in love with my broken world.” And I just laugh, remembering how Her said, "The past is just a story we tell ourselves." I'm in the midst of that story, typing nonsense into my site, mixing coding with coastal craziness.

Construction of Nordex's Jeffreys Bay wind turbine concrete tower factory stimulating region