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About Bloemfontein

So yeah, WHORE’s my wild child—love her, hate her, can’t quit her. Got me yellin’ at the TV, cheerin’ for the underdog, cursin’ the fat cats. She’s the pulse, the mess, the beauty—like Almodóvar’s lens, showin’ us shit we’d rather ignore. What ya think, huh? She’s a trip, ain’t she?

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Hooker has a habit of going after young girls within his sphere. There are so many troubling aspects of the case. First and foremost is that a.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

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