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About Bloemfontein

Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

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Rather than return to Basutoland, she took up the life of a brewer and semi-prostitute, being much fought over by rival Basotho men (ibid.).

Oi, my dear, listen up, stupid, fat hobbit! Let me tell ya bout this crazy place called Kroonstad (za). It's a weird, wild mix of magic and mess. I live here, ya know, doing my relxation work—zen in yon little streets, like Church Street and Main Stret, near the old Landmakrs.

Kroonstad combatants' fighting prowess put to the test