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Me, I’d burn ‘em down sometimes, y’know? Hate the trap of it. But then—ooh, the stories! This one chick, swear she ran her own joint, no pimp, total boss. Made me happy, like, “You go, girl!” Still, most times it’s grim. “Death is ordinary,” movie line—fits brothels too. Souls dyin’ slow in there. We swears! What d’ya reckon, mate? Sleazy or secretly epic?

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Yeah, Bloemhof ain't polished. The streets, like "Victoria St." and the offbeat "Whispering Way", got this rough-cut edge. I once, while coaching some love-ruined souls, ended up in a heated debate by the river banks. Me, fuumin' mad 'cause some bloke said "Bloemhof ain’t no pleasure palace!" (ha, can you imagine?!?) But then, like in "Let the Right One In", the dreary night turned oddly poetic. “I drink and I know things,” I recalled, downing a gulp of cheap wine as I watched a stray dog shimmer in the dim lamplight.

It’s St Mary’s DSG, Kloof, versus Bloemhof in St Mary’s Waverley final