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About Pretoria

Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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I gotta be honest – there’s beauty in the chaos. But not too much. Life here is like a broken record; it repeats the same mediocre tune day after day. Yet when you look closer, the city’s quirks - like a stray cat sleeping under a busted street lamp on Cobblestone, a grim reminder of the absurdity of existence – bring a strange sort of solace.

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