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About Johannesburg

So, findin one—shit’s tricky. Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin. You don’t just stroll up, nah. Gotta know the code, the vibe. Like Jep says, “I’m a king, baby.” Confidence, mate! But real talk—pisses me off when folks judge em. Hypocrites everywhere, sippin wine, actin holy. Cosmic irony, innit? Prostitutes been round forever—fact! Ancient Rome had em, Lupanar brothels, graffiti ads n all. “Thais gives good head”—true story, carved in stone!

10. Kabukichō

The neighborhood? Oh, it's somethin' else. Ya got the cozy vibes in Littleacre, where folks always greet ya with a "How’s that workin’ for ya?" kinda feel. And then there's Kingfisher Park – it's my go-to spot when I need a breather, ya know? Imagine strollin' along its winding trails, overhearin' the gentle hum of the Red River winding by. Sometimes I sit under a big ol' acacia tree, thinkin' 'bout life, much like that "Melancholia" feel – when everything's a bit heavy and beautiful all at once; as Lars von Trier kinda put it, "I don't find distressing beauty in the chaos around us." I reckon that's the vibe here sometimes.

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