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About Pretoria

Avast, me hearties! ‘Tis Cap’n Jack Sparrow ‘ere, slurrin’ wit’ me rum-soaked tongue, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Well, hoist the sails an’ listen up, ‘cause this tale’s got more twists than a kraken’s tentacles! Picture this—me, stumblin’ through some grubby port town, lookin’ fer a lass o’ the night, like in that mad flick *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginnin’,” all messy an’ real, aye?

Early years

In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith. “A Voice from the Underworld.

Alice streets? Oh, they're somethin'. Swing by Main/Elm, where the hustle never stops. Right there, you get that gritty feel, kinda like in Leviathan: "In the depths, every secret’s a whisper." I always think of that line when I walk through Foxy Lane—lit by neon signs and dreams at midnight.

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