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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

Redvelvet Bredasdorp

Ya know, I love headin’ down to the small community centre near Old Mill Road. There’s a park there with a big old tree – a natural meeting point where folks drop by for lively debates, animated chats, and raucous laughter. And man, every time I pass it, I’m hit with memories of my own early days, exploring my sexuality and learnin’ the beauty of human closeness. “Is it real or is it just a copy?” I echo sometimes, rememberin’ the movie’s vibe.

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