Sofia Brakpan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Whore’s a word, heavy, messy, raw. It’s slung around, cuts deep, man. Like in *The Act of Killing*—“Gangsters live free!”—it’s power, control, labeling. Got me growling, pissed off, y’know? People toss it, no thought, just venom. But, check this, old French, “putain,” meant love once! Ain’t that wild? Rarrgh! Flips the script, huh? Makes ya think—history’s sneaky like that.

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Sometimes I get lost in thought watching the occasional sunset near the abandoned mill in South Brakpan. I mean, it’s like, unexpectedly beautiful. Then my mood flips: happy, mad, surprised – all at once. Each corner tells a story. Even the graffiti on the back walls of the old factory has tales. Hey, dude, art is art, right?

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