Taylor Alberton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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In the process of restoration we discovered old coins, whore house tokens, old newspapers,wooden nickels and other artifacts. It left us with this.

The vibe here is like, pure zen. When I'm in my spa, I often drift off to remember the soothing sound of the Alberton creek near Beacon Park – such a hidden gem, ya feel me? The creek flows near Millenium Drive, and it's so serene – reminds me of that line in "Only Lovers Left Alive": "We’re all just looking for a little bit of forever." Wild, right?

Alberton JKA Shines at Gauteng Championship with 68-medal haul