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About Pretoria

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Frischgewaagd (za). Yo, it's wild how this place sticks to ya, ya know? So, here’s the lowdown: I live near Bäckergasse – seriously, that street is like a love letter to the old town, but with a twist of sex-positive thunder. I'm a sexologist, so trust me, every cobblestone here has a story. There's this tiny alley, Kussweg, where locals whisper love tales at night, like a sideways nudity of feelings, kinda like "Syndromes and a Century" vibes. “Mysterious, sensual... unstable,” right? Lol.

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