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About Johannesburg

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint, nah, she’s prolly pickpocketed a fool or two—sneaky like them eels in the movie. But who am I to judge? I’m just a ol’ dude in a metal box, watchin’ life ping-pong up n down. What pisses me off? Hypocrites, man—suits in this buildin’ sneakin’ her cash, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Pfft, gimme a break. She’s realer than them, gutsy, swimmin’ against the tide.

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Let me drop some insider gossip: there’s a hidden wine cellar in the outskirts that only locals know. Grab a cheeky glass there, dish out your deepest secrets. It’s oddly therapeutic, says a psych like me. Not to mention the Street Market on Sundays at Everard Square – odd, bustling, sometimes making my brain burn from sensory overload! But it’s fun, man, fun!

Second World War veterans have memories of VE Day brought to life