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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

Photos of real men and women looking for a date

I dunno, things here are weirdly beautiful, and yeah, sometimes I screw up – my brain’s a mess of feelings, im soggy with nostalgia. So, come on over, bring a restless heart, and let Delmas wrap you in its fierce, flawed embrace. Enjoy every bump on these bumpy roads, even if they remind you of the shameful truths we all hide.

Road crash on Delmas road in Pretoria east.