Brooklyn Ugie Whore ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Picturesque Eastern Cape Town

The city streets are a mix of chaos and charm. Main Street is busy as hell. I stroll down Laburnum Ave – smell fresh coffee, street music, and our unique urban art. Over by Elm Road, you got Old Park. It’s a green gem nestled beside Ridleigh River. Note that the river splits the city oddly. I once watched the river glint at dawn – spectacular!

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