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About Johannesburg

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

Interpretations

I’ve gotta mention: I adore the music drifting from the cobbled streets, a mix of melancholic tunes and rowdy shanties. They speak of hope, regret, and cosmic irony – like a twisted lullaby from the depths of the ocean. And sometimes, as I counsel weary hearts, I remember: “This isn’t a neat world, mate. It’s messy, like love and dreams!”

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