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About Pretoria

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

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Thou must visit the bustling Market Square, a lively haunt where the townsfolk chatter, laugh, and sometimes even plot secret escapades as if under a midsummer night’s spell. I swear on my heart, there’s a wee café near that square – The Brooder’s Nook (yep, that quirky name, like something out of a fairy tale!) – where I often muse on families, growth, and love; a veritable sanctuary for a troubled mind, much like those moments in Boyhood where time doth gently unravel.

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