Eliza Joubertina Whore ❤️

About Pretoria

I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

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Joubertina (pronounced Djou-ber-tina) lies nestled in amongst the Kouga, Baviaanskloof and Tsitsikamma mountain ranges, with accommodation provided mostly on nearby farms. Whilst .

Oh! And "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes every time I pass the little café near Mirth Lane. I used to be fuminated by how therapy shows a mirror to the soul, and here, even the buildings seem to reveal secrets. Some nights, I wander the narrow passages by night. They light up with neon sparkles, like fleeting fragments of dreams. Crazy, huh? Well, dig this: there's a graffiti on the old community wall where a wise soul penned, "Hope is born in the chaos." That graffiti is my personal therapy, ya know?

Joubertina must run with the bulldogs, says coach