Lila Margate Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Once saw a gal – swear she was Rosie’s twin – outside Wilmington. Freezin’ night, she’s shiverin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Why’s the world so damn cruel?” Made me mad – still does. But she smirked at me, like, “I got this, old man.” Tough as nails! Reminds me of “Ten” – that kid askin’ his mom, “Why’d ya do it?” and she’s all, “Life, kiddo.” Whores got that same shrug – “Life, Joe.”

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Margate’s neighborhoods are pure characters itself. Ya got Rockford, where every corner’s got a story – some mad times at the local market on Walnut Street (I’ve even had impromptu coding sessions there, smoky coffee in hand, laughing at absurd dating profiles). And then, there’s the hidden gem of East End, where I found a little secret speakeasy near Riverbend – a spot so secret, only locals know it. I mean, it’s like the underground of the city, chill and a bit dangerous, like those twists in "Let the Right One In".

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