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About Nelspruit

We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

The wonders of Barberton

A remarkable story of a truly incredible and respected woman of Barberton. Liz is buried in Maitland Cemetery in public grave, this means there is no headstone.

Then, ohmygod, there’s this amazing park called Barberton Central Park. Seriously, it’s iconic. I hang out near this lil’ pond—been known to, like, sweat my tensions out after sessions. The park is rad for picnics and group bonding sessions with families. Sometimes, like, the laughter just fills the air, and I'm like, "Wow, families actually connect here, ya know?" Totally heartwarming.

Two men arrested in Barberton for dealing in dagga