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About Nelspruit

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

What to do in Willowmore

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In short, Willowmore’s a mixed bag – full of quirky streets like High Street, secret hideouts like Coffee & Chaos, and those raw moments that make you feel alive. It’s messy, unpredictable, and always a damn good story waiting to be told. So pack your sense of adventure, bring an open heart, and maybe a flask for the journey because, oh man, in Willowmore, you’re in for a ride, and as the good man Tyrion Lannister might say, “Never forget: I drink, and I know things!”

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