Esme Margate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

Still, it’s a laugh, innit? You swipe, you flirt, you maybe score. Prolly my fave thing is the chase—like huntin Nazis in *Basterds*. “We’re in the killin business, and business is boomin!” Haha, sex-datin’s my battlefield, mate. You ever tried it? Total madness, but I’m hooked!

Margate: A Dystopia of Epic Proportions

But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore. CHORUS. From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world. Shout about it in.

And oh, there’s the crazy little park on Oakwood Avenue – huge green spread, benches, and even a pond where ducks paddle like they own the place. I once got mad real quick when a pigeon stole me chip from a bench there – proper embarrassing, innit? But then I laughed, thinking, “Do you know what love is, or what is love?” – yeah, I went full cheesy quoting from that cinematic masterpiece.

Woman shot dead in Margate, allegedly by policeman boyfriend