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So, picture this—some tart, skirts hiked, lips red as sin, standin’ ‘neath a lamppost like a rose in a dungheap. She’s got guts, thou knowst, braver than most o’ ye lily-livered lot. I seen one once, down by the docks—Mary, they called her, tho’ reckon that weren’t her real name. Had a scar ‘cross her cheek, said a gent with a blade gave it her for “talkin’ back.” Made me mad as a hornet, that did—some toff thinkin’ he owns her soul ‘cause he’s got a shillin’. “Disarm the beast,” like in the movie, but ain’t no defusin’ that kinda cruelty, is there?

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The city pulses with life. Street markets, like that little hidden gem off Victory Road, bustle with colors, sounds, and the rich aroma of braai. Seriously, the smells – so intense, ya can almost feel 'em. I swear, on rainy days, the Mokopane River near Bophelo Drive sings a melancholic tune, just like that eerie echo in the film.

Fatal collision on the R101, just past Mokopane