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About Durban

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Escorts in Kathu

Crazy doesn't begin to describe it! It's one of the most alive places in Phuket. If you into club-hopping, the ping-pong shows, and all the super crazy stuff this is the place. This review is the .

I stroll past the old mine entrance near Sishen Cut – it's all gritty and industrial, yet it holds this charm that y'know just hits your soul, like "La gloire... la gloire". And man, when I'm kneadin' those muscles, I swear the town speaks to me. There’s that one little park, Rusty Pines Park, that’s a secret haven where time slows down. I sometimes set up my portable bench there – hey, I'm a masseur and a wanderer at heart, right? Even if the trees are asking, "Do you even care?" it's jazz, like, totally profound.

Warriors back home in Kathu with gold