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About Pretoria

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Okay, so indulge my typos: it's alwasy crazzy, super instanst, messy, and not perfectly predictable. The vibe here is raw, real – the people are genuine, if chaotic, like me when the code refuses to compile. Sometimes I feel like I’m living inside a Spielberg dream – whimsical and unnerved at the same time, too many layers, you know what I mean?

Bloody weekend in Diepsloot leaves four dead