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Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, some chick laughin’ too loud. Say hello to my little friend! That’s the vibe, chaotic, alive. Reminds me of Adèle and Emma, y’know, that scene where they’re dancin’, lost in it. Brothels got that too—messy beauty. I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’ Tony struttin’ in, scarface-style, “Who put this thing together? Me!”—ownin’ the joint. Makes me grin, man, pure power trip.

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“DANIËLSKUIL – ’N SKATKIS VOL STORIES” (a treasure chest of stories) is a book – launched in Daniëlskuil earlier this week – having originated in an interest in the graves of the town's Missing: brothel.

Start on Mine Street, bustling off Danielskuil Road. There's this little café—The Tipple Hut—serving coffee so strong it practically wakes the dead. Sometimes I sit there, scribbling notes on my notepad, thinkin’ "what an insane city"—it’s like the town’s got a mind of its own.

Father and one-year-old child killed in collision near Daniëlskuil