Mari Allanridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Anyways, back to the flick—that kid monk tosses stones at fish, yeh? Whores, they’re like them fish—dodgin’ rocks all day. S’pose it’s sad, kinda. Gets me soft for a sec, then—nah! We hates it! All that fakin’ moans, “Oh baby, you’re the best!”—lies, lies, lies! Drives me bonkers, precious. If I wanted fake, I’d chat up a mirror, ha!

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This video is about Dying Towns of South Africa Allanridge. Due to massive urbanisation and other factors the towns die down.

Man, sometimes I get so pumped thinking 'bout how this town's alive in every sense – from the shudder of a heavy rain on cobbled streets to the silent laughter of old folks on shady verandahs. Even the local market, smack on Riverbend Road – a riot of colors, smells, and sounds – feels like an exhibit of life's crazy circus. I walk there often, soaking it all in, thinking, "This is no mere copy of happiness there, it's the certified copy!"

Sunninghill cares for Allanridge