Sadie Simon S Town Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

Everything I Know About Worship I Learned from a Prostitute

A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee's house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume. As she.

Inner-city spots, like The Oval, got my attention too. Bruv, that park is bare lush. When I been racin' my tired self from one booked client to the next, I stop there. Counter that adrenaline, innit? It's lit, proper tranquil, and mad chill. I’ve seen locals laughin’, cryin’, heavy things; it’s like a big, real life movie set, but corrupted by a bit of gritty truth.

Juvenile humpback whale found dead in Simon's Town