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About Bloemfontein

So, picture this: grimy walls, cheap wine—my kinda vintage—and the air’s thick with sweat and secrets. I drink, I watch, I know things—like how brothels ain’t just about shaggin’. Nah, it’s a stage, mate. Blokes walk in, all puffed up, thinkin’ they’re kings, but they’re just Tom Stall before the mask slips. “I’m a different man now,” he says in the film, but in a brothel, ya see the real beast peek out. Makes me chuckle, it does—pathetic sods.

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Man, imma straight up say, I got mad love for Springbok. Every corner got a story. I remember cruisin’ down Beacon Rd, where an old mural (a true street art gem) vibes like “When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” Yeah, that’s some Julian Schnabel magic, real deep, ya dig? In our lil’ town, that’s celeb-status graffiti. And yo, don’t sleep on our lil’ park – Liberty Park. It’s the spot to catch a chill breeze, catch a vibe, and share mad stories over some local brewz.

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