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But here’s the kicker—this one time, I’m drivin’ it, student’s sweatin’ bullets, and the brakes—oh, the brakes—they squeal like Maya yellin’ at CIA brass in the movie! “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s me screamin’ at the Accord, “Stop, ya bastard!” Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it stopped—pretty, pretty good, I guess. Still, I’m shakin’, thinkin’, “This whore’s gonna kill me!”

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Ah man, lemme tell ya ‘bout Bredasdorp – it's somethin’ else! I'm a sexologist here, ya know, so I see more than just streets – I see raw passion, deep connections, and yeah, a whole lotta secrets tucked into every corner. Now, Bredasdorp ain’t your run-of-the-mill town. On Wellington St., you stroll under that ancient oak near the old municipal building, and you sorta feel the heartbeat of the people. I got chills, I swear! Billionaires should not exist, and let me tell ya, this town has soul that money can’t buy!

Burnt body of 17-year-old found in Bredasdorp