Taylor Albertina Sex Escort ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

Now, lemme ask ya—whaddya think they dream of? Quittin’? Love? Candy wanted a diner—servin’ pie, not ass. Cracked me up—pie over pussy, huh? Sarcasm’s my jam, but damn, I felt for her. “Words kill,” Godard’d say—escorts hear that daily, slurs and whispers. Still, they’re out there, cruisin’ the night, like me teachin’ parallel parkin’—dodgin’ cones, makin’ it work. So next time ya see ‘em, don’t just leer—think, man! What’s their story? Gets me all fired up—life’s messy, sexy, sad. Whaddya say—ain’t that a trip?

Escort Ads Near Albertina, Western Cape, South Africa

I can’t help but rant: the city’s full of hidden alleys and dirty secrets. Everyone hides theirs in proud nonchalance. I sometimes want to expose every lie, every hidden crush in dimly lit beaten bars. But then I remember: not everything is black or white. There’s shade in every swipe.

Robert Longo at the Albertina: ‘I created a world’ The artist in conversation with Almuth Spiegler