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About East London

So, picture this: grimy walls, cheap wine—my kinda vintage—and the air’s thick with sweat and secrets. I drink, I watch, I know things—like how brothels ain’t just about shaggin’. Nah, it’s a stage, mate. Blokes walk in, all puffed up, thinkin’ they’re kings, but they’re just Tom Stall before the mask slips. “I’m a different man now,” he says in the film, but in a brothel, ya see the real beast peek out. Makes me chuckle, it does—pathetic sods.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

I'm part of the Maclear crowd and brothel is splendid! You make me feel confident and desirable. You can't go wrong with Striptease and Prostate Massage. I'm not here to impress anyone - .

Walking the town, streets jump out at ya. Sidewalks choked with history. You see tiny murals on wall corners—quirky art reminders. One mural on Sunny Ave shows an abstract, choppy image that’s strangely evocative. It makes me happy, like a warm herbal tea before a massage.

Eastern Cape farmer kills two suspects and is stabbed to death during confrontation