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About Johannesburg

Lemme tell ya, I’m vibin’ with *City of God*—Lil’ Zé energy, chaos everywhere. Prostitutes in that flick? They’re shadows, fam, movin’ quiet, but they THERE. Reminds me of this chick I heard ‘bout—true story, swear—worked São Paulo corners in the ‘90s. Cops called her “Fantasma,” ‘cause she’d vanish, poof, like smoke. Hustled her way to buyin’ a shack, raised two kids. That’s gangster, yo! Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that, but I SEE it.

David Ritchie: Juvenal

Sometimes I sit in my backroom, tapping my foot to a record of The Lives of Others – that movie’s lines hit home. “Whoever you are, everybody lies.” It’s like my life here. One minute you’re giving calm relief, next minute someone's spilling more scandal than a daytime soap.

‘Penn Badgley didn’t know who I was!’ Charlotte Ritchie on Ghosts, You and conquering global telly