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About Durban

Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but the kinda complex, messed-up vibe I got from *Dogville*, my fave flick from Lars von Trier, 2003. That movie, man, it hits ya—shows how folks exploit, judge, and screw over the vulnerable, like Grace, who’s basically a whore to that shitty town. “The world’s gone mad!” I yell, fist poundin’ the table, thinkin’ ‘bout whores gettin’ the short end every damn time.

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I been thinkin’, like Tony would say, "Ya gotta take these moments, appreciate every gabagool moment, capisce?" There’s an alley near the back of the City Centre where the murals spill secrets in color. I sometimes run past it, thinkin’ bout how feelings and paint meet, heh, a bit like a therapy session on a brick wall.

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