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About Nelspruit

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Blowjob without a condom and anal sex in Prieska

Oh mate, Prieska (za) is somethin’ else! I’ve been chillin’ here for yonks, an’ lemme tell ya, it's a wild mix of rugged beauty and raw heart. Main Road is where it all kicks off – a street so alive it mirrors the pulse of this town. I stroll down Howard St, ya know, where the little shops spill secrets of yesteryear, and every cracked pavement hums a story.

From clay brick factory to marathon record holder