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About Johannesburg

So, picture this—me, Kermit, sittin on a log, watchin Sally strut by. She’s got this swagger, like she owns the swamp. Hi-ho, I’m thinkin, “Girl, you’re workin harder than me nailing oak!” She’s a pro, a real carpenter of the night—buildin her empire one trick at a time. Little known fact? Back in medieval times, whores were taxed—yep, taxed! Kings were like, “Pay up, ladies, you’re fundin the castle!” Sally’d be pissed bout that, I bet. Me too—taxin love? That’s cold, man, cold!

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whore. She my sweetie So I'm stayin patient and masturbating. And now my Midstream, I look left and guess who it is. And I had to see, and I was.

I run a spa here. Yeah, a spa, my little kingdom of calm amid the chaos. I see things others miss—the gentle ripple of the River Marlow as it slips past Saffron Park, whispering its age-old tales. Remember that scene from The Pianist? “I ate his liver with fava beans!” sorta like our city’s wild appetite for drama and beauty at the same time. Every creaky alley and sunlit corner tells me a story.

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