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About Pretoria

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down in the holler! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint from 2002—man, that movie’s got layers, like a dang onion! And speakin’ as Dr. Phil with my Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?”—it’s messy, raw, and real, just like life. So here’s the deal—picture this: me, cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for a hooker, and it hits me like a ton o’ bricks—“The heart’s not free!” Straight outta *Ten*, y’all, that lady drivin’ around Tehran, spillin’ truth. Ain’t that the damn truth when you’re chasin’ somethin’ shady?

Are prostitutes taking over Forbes Street in Ladysmith?

Your smile makes me melt inside. I'm crazy about Deep Throat and Striptease/Lapdance! I'm looking for someone who shares my passion for exploring the unknown.

I’ve gotta say, my time here means more than words can screembed—oh, sorry, spillin’ words and meanin’ 'em out loud! Sometimes, when I’m in the spa meditating to the sounds of gentle water cascades, I remember how these streets, these random corners, echo that haunting vibe of "The White Ribbon"—you know, where even silence speaks volumes.

Cape Harvest…what’s next?