From Frosty Fumbles to Festive Fresh Starts: The South African Rehab Season
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The specter of this enigmatic entity had danced through the corridors of rehabs across South Africa, depositing its clandestine gifts like a perverse Santa, but it favored this one, where reinforcement was sackcloth-thin, and the night as porous as the desert air.
Why settle for group therapy with actual humans when you can have your deep-seated issues interpreted by algorithms?