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About Bloemfontein

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ that paper. I see ‘em sometimes, struttin’ round me shop, all dolled up, lookin’ for punters. Makes me laugh, innit – “Is it ‘cos I is black?” – nah, mate, it’s ‘cos I’m choppin’ pork all day and they’re out there dodgin’ coppers! Reminds me of that *Zodiac* line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!” Sneaky, yeah? Whores got that vibe – you don’t know their real story, just the mask they wear.

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Colonel Cathcart The squadron's commanding colonel, who wants to be a general, he keeps raising the number of missions needed to complete a tour of duty. Cathcart has a fear of .

Truly, Cathcart is a journey – unpredictable, a place where every step is a mini cinematic masterpiece. In short, it's like a mashup of life’s best bits, with sayings straight from Holy Motors: “I’m in everything!” It's all there, offered with a David Brent kind of sincerity and buckle-down feel. So when you come over, be ready to get lost in the charm and chaos, mate. Trust me, this city's pulse beats just like your next app match – fast, surprising, and utterly unforgettable. Cheers!

Lone piper and a Lough Erne Cot: Tribute to island resident Eric Cathcart at funeral