Lucy Hermanus Find A Prostitute ❤️

About East London

I’m scrollin these sites, thinkin, “Is this real or am I in the limbo?”—yep, straight outta *Inception*. Some profiles got pics so blurry you’d think they’re ghosts. Others? Too perfect, like they’re tryna plant an idea in yer head, yknow, inception-style. “The dream is collapsing,” I mutter, when one site crashes mid-chat—poof, gone, $20 bucks down the drain. Pissed me off somethin fierce! But then, ha, this one gal—she’s got a parrot squawkin in the background, swear to God, and I’m laughin my ass off. “That bird deserve a medal,” I says.

B. Procuring and other offences

A dodgy place with dodgy food with a secret room with slot machines frequented by all the low life street prostitutes and car guards.

Now, lemme spill some tea: I’ve seen some wild nights at the local bars near President Kruger Highway, lots of folks swinging between deep conversations and goofy flirtations. You’d never guess it in the daylight, but trust me, it’s like the city turns adult mode on as soon as the sun dips.

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