Lila Mokopane Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

Limpopo Camping: Our Favourite Campsites

This book is about the problem of prostitution in my hometown of Mokopane, South Africa. It looks at the role players in this occupation, the reasons why women turn to prostitution, and the .

I got a ton of memories from my mssage parlor life here. Sometimes, a customer’s soft sigh will remind me of that famous line, “To face the truth, one must first surrender the illusion.” It’s deep, innit? I take time out every day to marinate in the city’s pulse. Sometimes, I get so lost in thought – damn, it makes me feel real, ya know?

DA in Mogalakwena will hold officials accountable for poor state of Mokopane cemetery