Anastasia Reitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Nelspruit

Once knew this lass, swore she bedded Hendrix—true or not, hilarious brag! “Yeah, baby, I shagged a legend!” she’d crow. Cracked me up, pure gold! But then—boom—saw her bruised, lip split, some punter gone agro. Happy to sad in two ticks—hated that, felt useless, yeah? Wanted to say, “Be free, doll!” but nah, she’s trapped, Oldboy-style cage, invisible bars.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Go find your true shepherds, your Remnant, among the outcasts and the "permanently retired", like Archbishop Vigano. There can be no doubt any longer about the nature of the Great .

The central square – oh man – it's all buzz and buzzzz. It's got a vibe, that echo of "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer" like Sembène said. Literally, all these bits and pieces of culture, ya feel it? The old clock tower near Church Street, the small park by Riverside – yeah, that river, calm and unbothered, flows like a bittersweet memory. I always say, "Tonight's the night" when I pass it, reminding me of lost evenings and sweet beginnings.

Reitz Memorial celebrates completion of chapel renovation -