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About Pretoria

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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Oh, and check out Crescent Avenue in the Eastside. That hood’s gritty, exciting, full of character. The old brick cafés, worn-out murals shout stories. It’s got that raw urban poetry, like "There Will Be Blood" vibes—fierce, real, and just enough bloody passion to set your soul ablaze. I often think "I’m in a world full of dirty, unholy sh*t," but that's what makes this place legit.