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About Bloemfontein

So, whores, huh? Not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s about choice, ya know? Self-determination! Some girl I heard about, back in the day, worked the streets in old London—total badass. She’d stash cash in her boots, ‘cept one time she got caught ‘cause her pimp heard coins jinglin’. Hilarious, right? Eat my shorts, that’s some sneaky crap! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—why’s she gotta hide her dough?

Whore Hunter

In our charts Vesta represents what is most sacred to us. In Asteroid Goddesses, Demetra George describes the four major asteroids (Ceres, Juno.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

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