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About Pretoria

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s it like? Sellin’ it, livin’ wild – kinda badass, kinda scary. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secret ninjas, flippin’ through life! Anyway, dude, whores are like *Inception* – layers on layers, never know what’s what. “What’s the most resilient parasite?” Cobb asks – maybe it’s them, stickin’ around no matter what! Eat my shorts, that’s dope!

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Babirwa at Bobqnqng, Molalatau, Semolala. and Gobajango, visited historical sites eight kilometres to the west of Councillor Ngwako's moraka which is about 22 kilometres from .

The local parks, oh wow, they’re somethin’. Chill Spot Park is where I even met some random peeps while reclining under giant baobabs. Crazy, right? Sometimes I get all nostalgic, thinking about life after a hard day of relaxation therapy. And the Babirwa River? It cuts through the town, like a calm snake. I love watching the water flow beside Riverside Street, with its peaceful murmurs. “Shame, babe, you got that beauty,” I whisper like in that movie, ya know? Yeah, like Steve McQueen said, you can feel that raw pulse.

Fig. 5. A woman milking a goat in Bobonong, Botswana