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About Pretoria

So, get this—met this gal once, swear she was straight outta 1950s suburbia, like Cathy in the movie. Dressed fancy, all smiles, but whoa, she was hustlin’! Worked the corner near some old steel mill—ironic, right? Me, fightin’ rust, and her, rustin’ souls! Haha, cracked me up! Little known fact: back in the day, whores used code—like, a red hanky meant “busy.” Ain’t that wild? Sneaky and smart, gotta give ‘em that.

Tragedy in Empuluzi: more than just the story of a troubled sawmill

So, there's this park, uh, St. John's Green—dude, it's like a breath of fresh air. I used to get my zen vibes there, massaging away under the sun. And ohhh, the river, Bambro, flows right past the old market. It’s a chill hangout for locals. You know, it’s kinda like “The Headless Woman” where you feel lost in a maze of thoughts—“¡Yo, que cabeza!” as Lucrecia Martel might've put it, if she were here, huh?