Lila Parys Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

So, check this—back in old Rome, whores rocked red wigs. Red! To scream, “Yo, I’m here, deal with it!” Ain’t that badass? Makes me happy, like, hell yeah, own it! But then, ugh, the church got all pissy—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, dude, total buzzkill. Hypocrites, y’know? Preachin love, judgin hard.

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Whore” by Parys Sylvery, even if I find the basic premise of a popular yet mean high school girl who wants to be Prom Queen a bit overdone and played out.

I, being a dating app dev, work online constantly – skimming perfs, sorting profiles. Yet I marvel with every stroll! Gritty bugs, the beauty, soulless faces that bloom after a hidden smile. The city's a living app, full of swipes and winks. I even coded an algorithm while dreaming of the Vaal's ripple. "We swears, it sings to us!"

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