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About Pretoria

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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The locals are a mix of old souls & energetic kids. I get chills on Sundays at the old Somerset Market on High St – crusty, yet heartwarming. Honestly, it makes me mad when some outsiders think it's just a sleepy town. Nah, it's got layers, like dreams. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." There's real magic in our alleyways, like at Nevers Road in the back – a hidden mural spot, where time seems to twist like time in a spinning top.

Parish and town councils in Bath and North East Somerset benefit from funding to support environmental projects