Evelyn Modimolle Whore ❤️

About Pretoria

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

In the vicinity

I mean, seriously, man, when I stroll through the center, right by the old town hall on Van Rensburg Road, i can’t help but think about how every family here has its own drama. And remember that times when I almost lost it in a session? yup, same energy, all the raw feels, like in Boyhood when life just keeps jamming on… you know what i mean? “I swear, it’s like everyday’s a new scene, a new twist!”

Modimolle-Mookgophong municipality in Limpopo still hung after two sittings