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Hey! So – brothel. Ya know? I’m thinkin’. Dirty joints. Full of secrets – like *Inception*. Layers on layers. Ya peel one back – BOOM. Another dream level. I seen some wild shit – swear. Walkin’ in – smells hit ya. Cheap perfume. Sweat. Maybe regret? Dunno. Gets me jazzed – kinda. Like – who’s runnin’ this show? Some dame – prob’ly. Tough as nails. Seen it all. Reminds me – “Your mind. Is the scene Ascends.” That’s the brothel – twisty. Turnin’ tricks – twistin’ minds.

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I got mad, man—mad at how the world expects perfection. In Jeffreys-Bay, nothing is perfect. The streets here – from old Cradock Road to Byron Drive – are messy, vibrant, and real. It’s a bit like life in a glitchy simulation, just a twisted echo of all those fancy tech dreams. Sometimes, I be like, “I'm so in love with my broken world.” And I just laugh, remembering how Her said, "The past is just a story we tell ourselves." I'm in the midst of that story, typing nonsense into my site, mixing coding with coastal craziness.

Construction of Nordex's Jeffreys Bay wind turbine concrete tower factory stimulating region