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About Bloemfontein

What pisses me off? Cheap-ass parlors fakin’ it—no skill, just lotion and lies! I’m like, “Gimme the real shit!” Happy? When them knots melt, bruh, I’m floatin’—like Larry sayin’, “I’m tryin’ to be a serious man!” Surprised me how some spots sneak in tantra—breathin’ heavy, energy buzzin’, I’m yellin’, “WHAT IS HAPPENIN’?!” in my head. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like sex without the mess—chaotic bliss, yo!

Port Elizabeth

Rachel Moran grew up in Dublin. She came from an impoverished, troubled family. Both of her parents struggled with serious mental illness.

As a women’s counselor, I see voices from every corner. Sometimes I sit in a tiny park, like the one on Cambridge Terrace, listen to whispers of lost souls; I'm often touched by secrets shared 'bout life. I remember dis one day, I sat under a tree on Exeter Road near the Rhodin Street bridge over the Baakens River (oh, wait, is it river? sometimes my mind mix places, but okay, fun mix-up!). I had tea, listened to soul stories. So heart-warming sometimes, real raw.

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