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About Pretoria

Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

I Went To Delhi’s Infamous Red Light Area, GB Road. Here’s What I Learnt There

Man, I'm always reminded of "Son of Saul" – gritty, raw, and real. "Know your role." Raised eyebrow, my friend. It's like every alley got a tale, secrets whispered like secrets in a dream. There’s a park, Hollard Park, where I’d crash sometimes with a coffee, watching families and couples, and I swear, ya can feel the souls here, man, like haunting echoes from a movie scene, "Son of Saul," you know?

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