Sarah Rondebosch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

I seen it, bruh, whores out here grindin’, servin’ looks and tricks. Ain’t no fairy tale, tho. One time, I met this chick, swear she was a legend - they called her “Red” ‘round the block. Little known fact, she’d stash her earnings in a hollowed-out Bible, swear to God! Said it kept the demons off her back. That’s some *Spirited Away* shit right there - “I’m not afraid of spirits!” she’d holler, laughin’, lipstick smeared like war paint.

Son of a Whore

At thirteen he was caught in the web of a cunning paedophile, a well-known Afrikaans newspaperman. Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, when his abuser.

Man, I love our local park – Rondebosch Common, dude. It’s green, chill, and full of souls seeking peace. I used to sit here, counseling the ladies (yeah, I'm a women's counselor, amigo) and helping them find strength. It’s like every tree tells a story. Sometimes I get teary when I see folks healing, ya feel me? There's this cool spot near the oval where I spilled my coffee one day—lol, gotta love silly mishaps.

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