Evelyn Zastron Whore ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

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Now, lemme talk landmarks. The Zastron Pavilion is this huge, classy building right by River Bend Park, where the Zastron River flows like slow molasses on a chilly mornin’. I got into a wild discussion there one day 'bout how the river reflects our souls (yep, deep, like Carol’s line “I am a woman, and I am loved”). Crazy, right?

Irate Free State municipal workers up in arms over nonpayment of salaries