Vanessa Worcester Whore ❤️❤️

About Nelspruit

Oh, and the drama—lordy, it’s soap-opera level. Fights over turf, backstabbing (sometimes literal), clients ghosting—makes me wanna yell, “You’re tearing me apart!” Okay, that’s *Rebel Without a Cause*, but you get me. I’d suck at it—too sarcastic, I’d be like, “Pay me or I’ll roast your ass.” Probably why I stick to comedy, not condoms.

Charges included paying for sex, being a common streetwalker, selling sex and alcohol.

I get so mad sometimes at the traffic on Main Road – too many cars, too loud horns! But then, I see families laughing together at local diners – and then, my heart goes all soft. This mix of chaotic energy and tender moments is pure magic. And oh! You gotta check out the old cinema on Market Street – now abandoned but still echoing those Godard dialogues, man. Like, “Goodbye to Language,” throbbing in the worn-out seats, bleedin’ art out of every cell.

One of Normandy's last survivors who became popular Worcester headteacher