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About Bloemfontein

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty types actin’ like whores ain’t people. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! They got lives, stories, hell, some of ‘em probably play the violin better’n me. I seen one gal – swear to God – she coulda been in *Memento*, all tatted up with names she couldn’t recall, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me sad, then mad, then I just laughed – life’s a damn puzzle, ain’t it? “Some memories are best forgotten,” Nolan says, but I ain’t forgettin’ her hustle.

Welcome to the Klein Karoo

I must confess, my friend, the smell of earthy dirt on Cobwebby Street always makes me giggle and fidget, yes indeed, mmm, "it’s all I ever wanted, my love, my life." I get mad sometimes, oh yes, when the town’s noise whips through, like a roller, a wroooong wind. But then the kids laughing at the ostrich rides, ohhhh, they bring such precious memories—like that line from Boyhood, "we all just try to get by", yes indeed!

#EveryDropCounts: Oudtshoorn has just 160 days of water left