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About Pretoria

Mr. T don’t judge, nah, I pity the fool who does! Whore’s just a job, man, oldest gig in the book—fact is, back in old Russia, some babushkas whisper ‘bout “fallen women” workin’ the Tsar’s courts, secret-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that in history class, huh? Sneaky lil’ truth, makes me chuckle—history’s got its own dirty laundry!

On Campus, a Video Reminder of Apartheid’s Pain

Go find your true shepherds, your Remnant, among the outcasts and the "permanently retired", like Archbishop Vigano. There can be no doubt any longer about the nature of the Great .

The central square – oh man – it's all buzz and buzzzz. It's got a vibe, that echo of "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer" like Sembène said. Literally, all these bits and pieces of culture, ya feel it? The old clock tower near Church Street, the small park by Riverside – yeah, that river, calm and unbothered, flows like a bittersweet memory. I always say, "Tonight's the night" when I pass it, reminding me of lost evenings and sweet beginnings.

The Sexiest Petunia: The Significance of Mae West’s Inclusion on Sweet Petunias