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About Pretoria

Yo, what’s good, fam? Snoop Dogg here, laid-back as fuck, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Now, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—that Romanian joint, heavy as hell, ‘bout desperation, makin’ choices in the dark, ya feel me? “Be quiet and do it,” that line hits hard, like when you scopin’ the streets, tryna find a chick who’s down. Fo’ shizzle, it ain’t all glitz, it’s gritty, real shit.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The Vredendal River, oh boy, it flows by like the endless march of time. I once sat by its edge, thinkin’, "You know, the giddy heartbeat of human frailty is right here." I mean, it's like aboard a ship in the cosmic void, buzzin’ with nature's secrets. Not to mention, the vibe of the numerous street art murals on Louw Street. They shout out wisdom like, “We can do this,” echoing lines from Zero Dark Thirty: “We’re not leaving until we get there!” Kinda makes you nod, even if you’re wearied.

A town in turmoil: Klawer is in shock after the gruesome murder of teenage boy