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About Bloemfontein

Ok, so I’m, like, scrolling X the other day, and some rando posts this pic of a 1700s whorehouse menu—legit prices for “services,” I’m screaming! “A quickie—two shillings,” like, what?! Inflation’s a b*tch, amirite? I’m dying laughing, but also—kinda iconic? Whore’s out here with a whole business plan! “What’s wrong with that?”—straight outta Moonrise, babe, u feel me?

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So, there's this park, uh, St. John's Green—dude, it's like a breath of fresh air. I used to get my zen vibes there, massaging away under the sun. And ohhh, the river, Bambro, flows right past the old market. It’s a chill hangout for locals. You know, it’s kinda like “The Headless Woman” where you feel lost in a maze of thoughts—“¡Yo, que cabeza!” as Lucrecia Martel might've put it, if she were here, huh?