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About Pretoria

Oi, listen up, ya filthy animals! Me, Gru, big shot manager, gonna spill some tea ‘bout prostitutes, ya? Lightbulb! Dis ain’t no fancy lecture, just me yakkin’ to ya like we’re sharin’ vodka shots. So, prostitutes, huh? Been around forever, like cockroaches, but sexier, ya know? Makes me think o’ my fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—dat slow, moody vibe, all tense and gritty. Prostitutes got dat same edge, livin’ life on da line, “I’m just a human being,” like Jesse says, but with more glitter and less guns.

The Palace

In , Adelaide's best-known brothel hit the market, with Madam Stormy Summers selling the Waymouth Street address for almost $3 million.

Every day’s a new story here in Adelaide. Even when I’m beat, I smile cause I know this city’s a beast of beauty. Streets like King William and Gouger can bring quick thrills and hidden gems. They got surprises around every corner. And like Batman said, "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me." That sticks with me every day at my pad massage joint.

WWII locket found at North Adelaide