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About Pretoria

One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

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Go find your true shepherds, your Remnant, among the outcasts and the "permanently retired", like Archbishop Vigano. There can be no doubt any longer about the nature of the Great .

The central square – oh man – it's all buzz and buzzzz. It's got a vibe, that echo of "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer" like Sembène said. Literally, all these bits and pieces of culture, ya feel it? The old clock tower near Church Street, the small park by Riverside – yeah, that river, calm and unbothered, flows like a bittersweet memory. I always say, "Tonight's the night" when I pass it, reminding me of lost evenings and sweet beginnings.

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