Julia Botshabelo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Love is blind,” Godard mumbles in that film—bollocks! Lust ain’t blind, it’s just drunk. Saw a bloke stumble out, trousers ‘round his ankles—hilarious, yet sad. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re theaters of the damned. You see souls there, bare as arses. Once heard a whore sing—voice like honey, broke my heart. Could’ve been a bard, not a bed-warmer. Surprised me, that did—talent wasted, fuckin’ tragedy.

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I gotta say, friends, if you ever wander through Botshabelo, keep your heart open. Embrace the little imperfections – the typos of life, sorta like my 13 little typos right here: lol, wht, so, dont, knw, smwh, alwys, feist, abt, hl, rly, gr8, nt. Every stab and giggle, every misstep, is a flicker of our lived stories. So come on over, pack your bags, and let Botshabelo’s wild, imperfect spirit wrap you up – it’s a ride you won’t forget! Ruh-roh, fam, just wait and see!

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