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About Pretoria

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

COUNTRYSIDE WEEKEND

If you enjoy sex you are a whore ' You might think at first that you aren't affected by these kind of beliefs, but they are playing in the background and.

Oh my gosh, babe, let me tell ya about PRetreat (za)! Like, I’ve been livin’ here for years and lemme say, it's cray-cray in the best way possible. Picture this: I stroll down Everly Lane, past the little hidden spa on Mallow Street, where I work my magic—and honey, every corner is packed with secrets!

Burnt body found in wheelie in Retreat