Mia Cradock Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

Prostitutes point way to economic insight

The operation, in the Prentis Park and Cradock area of the city, was conducted by the Department's Special Investigation Division.

Oh, and did I mention the festivals? They light up the whole town! Music spills in every cranny, and I dance like a maniac. "It's bad bitch o’clock!" always echoes in my head. It's like we’re all living in one epic movie scene, sorta like that real-life movie, The Act of Killing.

The Fish River runs through Cradock, but the town faces a water crisis