Evelyn Delmas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Sextrader Delmas

Australia’s founding mothers arrived in and their legacy continues to thrive as a multi million dollar industry. A revealing expose of prostitution, the oldest profession, from colonial to .

My fav spot? The tiny café on 4th and Morley. Really, it’s a dump, but I love it. The smell of burnt coffee and cheap muffins makes a cozy vibe before I wheel my massage table ‘round for a sunset session. I tell myself, “Oh, precious, we're alive, we’re rolling, we’re rolling!” – like that tormented cry from Shame.

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