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About East London

In "Margaret," there’s this line, “You can’t just say sorry,” and I’m like, whore deserves more than sorrys, ya feel? It’s not just some dirty word, it’s a whole vibe, a survival tactic for some. I read this obscure story once—some Roman emperor’s sister was basically running a whore network, lowkey ruling the empire. Wild! That surprised me, like, power moves, yo.

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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.

Investigation into Mthatha High Court officials allegedly soliciting bribes to do their jobs