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About Bloemfontein

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

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Revert to human and scale the cliffs and Liana vines just west of the cave up to the top of the mountain. Talk to Hawk to get his loot quest.

Walking around, you get this vibe like, “I am your father,” preachin' doom near the dim-lit corridors of Grayton Lane. Yea, that’s right. It brings me back to those intense scenes from No Country for Old Men. “The coin toss,” man, makes you question everything! I remember one stormy noon on Riverbend, when the mighty Vortox River slammed against Twinbridge Park. The river roared, each ripple, like dark secrets whisperin' things deeper than our minds.

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