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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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Klerksdorp Whore South, Facesitting, Striptease, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Striptease.

I like to say the city is like a classic Scorsese flick, where every corner has a backstory and every face hides a thousand secrets. And sometimes, in sessions, I drop lines like "I'm not leaving!" just to pump up the gals, reminding 'em of their strength. It's kinda dramatic, but oh well—drama gives life its spice, right?

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