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About Pretoria

So, escort’s this gig—some call it the oldest profesh, ha! Been round since forever, like ancient Rome had these high-class gals, “hetaerae,” who’d school dudes in poetry AND bedroom tricks. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind! I’m like, “Dang, they were multitaskin queens!” Makes me happy knowin women been hustlin smart since way back. But then—ugh—gets me mad too, cause today? Folks judge em hard. Like, “Oh, you’re just a—” Nope! Stop it! They’re people, y’all!

Jeffreys Bay

I got mad, man—mad at how the world expects perfection. In Jeffreys-Bay, nothing is perfect. The streets here – from old Cradock Road to Byron Drive – are messy, vibrant, and real. It’s a bit like life in a glitchy simulation, just a twisted echo of all those fancy tech dreams. Sometimes, I be like, “I'm so in love with my broken world.” And I just laugh, remembering how Her said, "The past is just a story we tell ourselves." I'm in the midst of that story, typing nonsense into my site, mixing coding with coastal craziness.

Racism claim and counter-claim rocks tight surf community at South Africa’s Jeffreys Bay