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About Pretoria

I’m ramblin’ now—sorry, not sorry! Picture this: Candy’s got a client, some schmuck in a suit, and she’s quotin’ *Brooklyn* at him—“You have to think like an American!” He’s all confused, pants half-down, and she’s laughin’—I’d pay to see that! Hilarious, right? She’s got this spark, this—whaddya call it?—moxie! But then I get sad, ‘cause she’s stuck, y’know? “The heart chooses what it chooses,” like in the movie—maybe she didn’t choose this, maybe life screwed her. Ugh, that pisses me off!

Drugs and prostitution work hand-in-hand in Margate.

Prostitutes lurk everywhere and infamous drug dens are easy to find. Sex sells for anything between R50 and R, sadly depending mostly on race.

Margate’s neighborhoods are pure characters itself. Ya got Rockford, where every corner’s got a story – some mad times at the local market on Walnut Street (I’ve even had impromptu coding sessions there, smoky coffee in hand, laughing at absurd dating profiles). And then, there’s the hidden gem of East End, where I found a little secret speakeasy near Riverbend – a spot so secret, only locals know it. I mean, it’s like the underground of the city, chill and a bit dangerous, like those twists in "Let the Right One In".

Margate serious collision: Man arrested