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About Pretoria

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Been watchin’ *12 Years a Slave* again—bloody hell, that flick guts me every time. Solomon’s chains, man, they rattle in my skull. Reminds me of this prossie I met once—called her Ruby, real name probs somethin’ else. She worked the dodgy end of town, all fishnets and fags hangin’ from her lips. “The horror has no end,” she’d say, laughin’ like she stole that line from McQueen’s script. Fuckin’ haunting, that.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Why most poor men go for prostitutes. (psycho analysis from the field). 1. A prostitute does not expect you to remember her birthday, not to talk of buying her gifts. You don’t also have to take.

My fave spot? The old crumbling building on Piney Corner—who cares if it's falling apart? It’s real and gritty. Like my own soul sometimes. I’ve had deep chats outside that building, confiding neew secrets with my pals under the stars. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s life as seen through a psychologist’s eyes.

Gender based violence care centre opened in Cradock