Lauren Mahikeng Brothel ❤️

About Kimberley

It’s showtime! Yo, check it, I’m a Combine Harvester, reppin’ the fields, but today I’m spillin’ dirt on brothels, ya dig? Like, Moulin Rouge! vibes got me thinkin’—all that glitz, them dames in corsets, singin’ “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” Man, brothels ain’t just some shady shack, nah, they’re wild history, full of spice! Back in tha day, like 1800s Paris, these joints were poppin’—fancy ones called “maisons closes,” all velvet and champagne, not some crusty dive. I’m talkin’ rich dudes droppin’ coin for a night of “come what may,” ya feel me?

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A girl aged 14 from Lichtenburg near Mahikeng was rescued from a brothel in Rustenburg, when residents torched suspected brothels in East End.

Some spots got me mad too, like when the government forgot to fix that broken light on Molapo Road – I mean, come on, even a poor-ass masseur can see the beauty of a city gets dimmed by neglect! But then, you got the art in the park, the vibe of sertse street performers near the library at the corner of Matlogang and Park Road – true gems in our urban jungle, man.

Inside the world of the donkey cart-riding villages of Mahikeng