Mari Rustenburg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Oi, mate, brothel’s a right mess, innit? Filthy little dens of shagging and despair. Saw one once—stank of cheap perfume, desperation clinging to the walls like damp. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, “You can’t change the past,” but these punters keep tryin’, don’t they? Pathetic. Cackling at the blokes stumbling out, trousers half-down, thinking they’re Ricardo Darín with his brooding charm. Nah, mate, you’re just a sweaty git with a fiver.

Area: Edenvale

As a women’s counselor, man, I notice how the city wears its scars proudly. I recall a time a client said, "Rarrgh! This place is raw and real," and I wasn’t kidding. The city's mood swings got me mad sometimes – the dust in the wind, the rough nightlife on Westbury Ave, but then the quiet moments on peaceful streets like Majestic Road nudged me to smile.

Rustenburg implements water restrictions to avoid taps running dry