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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Resnik pal, talkin’ ‘bout whores today. Yeah, whores—those wild souls, ya know? Watched “The Gleaners and I” last night—damn, Agnès Varda gets it. “People glean to survive,” she says, and whores? They’re gleanin’ life’s scraps, man! Not the fancy kind—nah, the gritty ones. Makes me think—whores are like painters, mixin’ colors outta chaos. Happy little accidents, right?

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Durban - It’s just before 9pm on a Friday and a group of scantily clad young women are relaxing in the lounge of a spacious home in an upmarket, quiet northen Durban suburb. It’s clean, .

We shall fight for every bit of beauty here! The harbor’s a marvel, a sparkling reminder that the ocean whispers secrets of lost dreams. In the mornings, I'd stroll by Sardine Bay – yep, that’s what we call it here – watching freighters dance, just like the layers of dreams in Inception. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling," I chuckle, thinkin' of Cobb and his dizzy realm of realities. Who knew a spa owner could wax poetic like this?

Ex-Chiefs defender looks set for Richards Bay FC exit