Esme Grahamstown Whore ❤️❤️

About Durban

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

1. Where To Stay

Grahamstown Whore South, Spanking (give), Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

My massage parlor? It’s nestled on a quiet side street – Rondeblom Street. A hidden gem among the urban chaos. Every creaky floorboard there has heard mad rants, sweet nothings, and a lot of spilled dreams. I even had a session where a bloke insisted his past lives were all ballerinas and brawny chefs. I told him, "You daft sod, you’re an idiot sandwich!" and that burst of raw energy cured his stress, or so I like to believe.

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