Leah Wolmaransstad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

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I was lil bit depressed and so complaining about the cost of living, I bought less than 10 things ka , so, I decide to go n fill up my.

I’m a sexologist here. Yup, I study love and lust. And Wolmaransstad? Oh boy, it’s a playground for hearts. Like that old faded sign on Central Ave. says, "Love is all around." Ain't that a hoot? I once met a lovelorn couple near the Riet River. They whispered secrets barely louder than a cat’s purr. I nearly had a meltdown – I was, like, "A.I. Artificial Intelligence vibes, eh?" Just like in the movie, "I’m not a real boy," but I'm all heart!

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