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About Pretoria

I roll up, talk to this one chick—call her Tasha. She’s cool, sassy, got a smirk that says, “I seen it all.” I ask, “How’s it work?” She laughs, “Motherfucker, you pay, I play!” Simple, right? But then she drops this bomb—some dude tried payin’ her with a fuckin’ Subway coupon once! I’m dyin’, man—Subway? For real? I’m like, “That’s a $5 footlong scam, motherfucker!” She’s crackin’ up too, but her eyes? Tired as shit. Makes me think, “How do you break this story wide open?”—straight outta *Spotlight*.

Early life and education

The streets here are quirky. I mean, sometimes I stroll down Hickory Lane (oh dang, missspelled: “Hicory Ln”!) and suddenly – boom! – I’m hit with a burst of nostalgia about how resilient we all are here. My job taught me that every crack in the pavement hides a story, every bench tells a tale.

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