Olivia Kroonstad Whore ❤️

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Gets me goat, though—folks judgin’ it, all prim and proper. “Ooh, Cap’n, that’s sinful!” Bollocks, says I! If it feels good and hurts none, why’s yer knickers twisted? Me, I’d take it over a swordfight any day—less bleedin’, more moanin’. Hah! “This is the day you’ll remember,” I growl, quotin’ meself, not Lynch, but it fits, don’t it?

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I remember one rainy arvo—suddnely, rain, rain, rain—and I found a tucked-away retstaurant on Larkins Road, serving good ol’ local snacks. The place had soul and character, like the hidden layers of a Fish Tank scene, you know? Such liveliness makes me happy, and sometimes mad. It’s maddening how others ignore these magic spots.

Frustrated residents hand over memorandum in Kroonstad