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About Pretoria

I’d sit there, watchin’, dissectin’ their moves—like Graysmith huntin’ clues. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I’d mutter, sippin’ tea, not whiskey. Rage hits when some bastard roughs ‘em up—weak men, pathetic. Happy? When a girl outsmarts her pimp—cunning lil’ fox! Surprised me once, this tale—brothel hid a serial killer. Yep, 1920s Chicago, guy gutted johns, vanished. Creepy as hell, right?

Pubs and Other ‘Watering Holes’

A woman who was trafficked to the UK and forced to work in a brothel had 'no idea where she was'. Kent Police first started investigating.

Man, Margate’s not all fancy glitz – it’s gritty, quirky, and fulla heart. You got Main Road buzzing non-stop, where I first met some epic characters. I was like "Is it 'cos I is black?" when I spotted the funky graffiti on Lambert Street – proper raw stuff, like a scene from "Let the Right One In," you know? “Time to let the right one in!” echoes in me head, every time I see the wall art.

Margate: Walker, 90, completes 90-mile birthday challenge