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About Pretoria

Ain’t no cookie-cutter life here. They out there, survivin, fuckin up, winnin sometimes. “Time devours all,” *Tabu* says, and damn, that hits. These girls see time chew up dreams, but they keep pushin. I’d tell em, “You badass, keep it real.” Maybe I’m trippin, but I see em as warriors, ya know? Streets ain’t forgiving, but they still out there, shakin what they got. Peace, that’s my two cents—Snoop out!

Early life

As a women’s counselor, I see voices from every corner. Sometimes I sit in a tiny park, like the one on Cambridge Terrace, listen to whispers of lost souls; I'm often touched by secrets shared 'bout life. I remember dis one day, I sat under a tree on Exeter Road near the Rhodin Street bridge over the Baakens River (oh, wait, is it river? sometimes my mind mix places, but okay, fun mix-up!). I had tea, listened to soul stories. So heart-warming sometimes, real raw.

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