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About Bloemfontein

Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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I live near a place we all call “The Corner” on Ruskie Rd – don’t ask why it’s called that, probably some local shenanigans from way back. The park there? Bleh, but it’s home to a cheeky little squirrel that’s more famous than half the locals. I know, right? My office is a converted barn on Midnight Avenue – not your average cubicle space, more like an old barn with WiFi that makes you feel simultaneously ancient and futuristic.

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