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Oh, and here’s a weird one—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with fuckin *walnut shells*. How’s that for DIY? Stains everywhere, prolly smelled like ass, but they rocked it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout Sadie with her shitty dye job, smirkin at me. Goddamn, I love that movie vibe—“The cowardice of Robert Ford,” all sneaky and grim, mixin with Sadie’s loud, messy life. She’s no victim, tho—fuck that. She’s out there, takin what’s hers, and I’m just here ramblin bout it. Whores, man. They’re the real outlaws.

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Places to see, ways to wander, and signature experiences. A mix of the charming, modern, and tried and true. Can't-miss spots to dine, drink, and feast. Botshabelo Tourism: Tripadvisor has .

Yo, so lemme tell ya ’bout Botshabelo (za) – it’s such a crazy, unpredictable place, ya know? Ruh-roh! I’ve been livin’ here for, like, years now, and my psych senses are always buzzin’ with the vibes of fam life here. Seriously, walking down Tshepang Rd – a cool street near the old Botshabelo Market – where families mix, laugh, and sometimes fight over petty stuff – oh man, it’s like a daily drama show, just like in “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” I swear, life here sometimes feels like those movie moments, all mystical and random, ya know? Ruh-roh!

Head-on collision claims seven lives on the N8 near Botshabelo, Free State