Ella Redhill Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

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1 perforated pottery disc - a spindle whore? Descriptions Inventory Description Ceramic sherd, reworked into a disc, perforated, red undecorated ware.

Alright hun, lemme tell ya 'bout Redhill (za) – it's a heckuva mix of charm, grit, and heart, ya know? Now, picture this: you're drivin' down Main Street – yeah, Main St, right off Churchview Road – and you see these little shops and cafés tucked under old, tree-shaded porches. Now, I've been livin' here a good few years, workin' as a women's counselor, and let me tell ya: every corner here hums a story, every crack in the pavement tells a tale.

Fire at Table Mountain’s Redhill flares up again amid strong winds