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About Bloemfontein

So, here’s the deal—prostitushun’s been ‘round forever. Back in ol’ Rome, they had these gals called “lupae”—means she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon! Ain’t that wild? Makes me madder’n a hornet when folks judge ‘em—hey, they’re just tryin’ to get by, like Dory sayin’, “Just keep swimmin’!” I reckon it’s a tough gig, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Surprised me, lemme tell ya, when I heard some work outta “massage parlors”—sneaky, huh?

Outrage at scantily-clad prostitutes plying their trade in Ladysmith

You know, being a spa owner really tunes me into the town’s pulse. Everyone has their secret gripes, little joys—like when the power goes out unexpectedly, I get so mad I almost yell “What’s the funk, man?!” But then I calm down with some chill herbal tea by the river. Yup, that's how I roll.

Need for water fuels legends of Klein Karoo