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About Pretoria

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

Local Intel

Oh, and don’t miss out on the cliff paths along the coast. They’re wavy, kinda like my mood on a Tuesday. Seriously, these spots remind me of the movie lines—like the piano playing softly in the background, transporting you far away from all that daily madness. "I survived the war on water, baby!" Kidding... sorta.

Zimbabwean drowns after being swept into sea in Hermanus