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About Pretoria

Y’see, findin a prossie ain’t just point an’ click, nah. Web’s full o crap – X posts sayin “best in town,” but it’s bollocks. Little story for ya – back in ‘98, me mate Dave got catfished by a prossie callin herself “Duchess.” Turned up, it’s some geezer in a wig! Laughed me arse off, but Dave? Fumin!

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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!"

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