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About Pretoria

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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Even our streets, like Stony Road, got attitude. They twist, turn, and lead to hidden gems like Rocky Bend. I swear, hear a whisper: "You ain't clean enough for my good vibes" – soundin’ like them movie quotes from Jesse James. The spirit of the wild West lives on here, just like the film’s smoky lines: "I reckon I'm a goner." Wild, right?

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