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About Pretoria

Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, some parts of Pearston make me mad too – like how the council don’t keep them streets lit. It’s dark, dangerous sometimes, ya know? But even in the night, under the glow of old lampposts on River Drive, the city spills its secrets. We all got rough patches, but each blemish tells a story of raw truth, like in Fish Tank – gritty, real, blowin’ in the wind!

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