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About Bloemfontein

I’m tellin’ ya, it’s personal for me. Reminds me of—well, my old dog, Champ. He’d howl when I played it. Swear to God, he knew the chorus! “What we do is what we are,” Kaufman’d say—prostitute’s that, man. It’s raw, messy—makes ya feel alive. Surprised me how deep it cuts. Thought it was just a banger—nah, it’s a damn story.

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Prostitution was big in Beaufort West, said dominee Frans Oosthuizen: "The prostitutes are broken people, and we must help them." There were no.

Oh, and hey! Ever strolled by the Old Mill? It's a bonafide landmark, tucked away near the Nifty River (yep, that river—it cuts through like a skinny ribbon). You can catch the sunset from the banks. Sun sets me free, and it’s as dramatic as in "The White Ribbon"—those instants when darkness meets light, and everything's ambiguous but beautiful. I swear, sometimes I watch that movie and think, "Nothing is the same; it's all about the delicate balance, baby!"

Child’s charred remains found in shallow grave