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About Pretoria

Me? I’m obsessed with em—grrowling, “You merely adopted the dark.” They’re raw, real, no fake smiles. Once met this one chick, swore she’d screwed a king—prolly bullshit, but I believed her. Had me crackin up, spillin my beer. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But who cares—her story was gold. Got me thinkin—whores got tales we’ll never know. Hidden in plain sight, ya know?

Berea (Beroea) of Macedonia

February 17, , The Berea Torch published Blisters on Your Hands and Food Thrown in Your Face: Interview with an Anonymous Student Worker at.

Then there’s my little spa – my sanctuary. I spill secrets to my friends there, share quiet giggles, and let out my quirky, nasally laugh (oh, you know the one!). Every client reminds me of that movie line, "You can never escape who you are," which honestly, is like, deep, right? It resonates like that lingering aroma of lavender in the air. I get hit with nostalgia sometimes, remembering how I ended up here in Berea, drawn by its magic and mystery.

From theft to recovery: VW Polo stolen in Berea in August recovered in KwaMashu months later