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This one time, pitbull comes in—zooted. Owner’s cryin’, “Fix him, doc!” Prostitute in his veins, pulse faint. I’m pissed—why you doin’ this? “I live for this,” movie line echoes. Not me, tho—savn’ pets, not killin’. Gave fluids, stabilized—miracle pup. Happy as hell, tail waggin’. Little known fact: started as horse dope. Now it’s everywhere—streets, kennels, madness.

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Sex workers in Rustenburg have complained about a police force that is a law unto itself, writes @KwaneleSosibo www.facebook.com

Rarrgh! Yo, lemme tell ya bout Rustenburg (za) – it's a wild mix of grit n' grace, man. So imagine hustlin' down Church Street, yeah? I mean, it's no Los Angeles boulevard but it's got its own vibe. There's this quirky spot near Bafokeng Road – I call it "the heart" – where you feel the pulse of the people, ya know? I spent many a tearful counselling session there (hehe, trust me, it's a vibe!).

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