Samantha Alberton Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

Prostitute from informal settlement spills the beans

Looking for tips on cool sight seeing along the way. We have the whole day for a relatively short trip so hikes are on the table.

And can we talk parks? Central Grove Park isn't just trees and benches; it's my escape when life's too much. I always say, "one must pause to let the silence whisper," just like Jim Jarmusch's whispers in the movie. Wait, did I mention I sometimes spill my lavender oil all over the place? Haha, classic me.

Alberton’s young sprinter on track to break more records