Lauren Standerton Whore ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Geography and History

I love Park Avenue – a hidden gem. It's like my zen spot for downtime. Clients always ask, “Where’s that magic vibe?” I say it’s right on Park Ave. near the dam. Speaking of which, the Klein River runs nearby. Water sparkles, reminds me of those Brokeback scenes, y’know? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” echoes in the breeze sometimes.

A page a day keeps this Standerton doctor thinking