Valentina Mthatha Whore ❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

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I believe I m a good, caring, gentle and kind person with good intentions. I m an escort, a call girl, a whore. I just need a friend and good company.

So, first up – streets, yo! The main hustle is along Sawmiller Road, where the vibes are mad chill and people bumpin' old school tunes on beat-up radios. It's like, every corner got a story, just like in "The Lives of Others" when they said, "Who decides what is ultimate truth?" – truth be told, it's us, livin’ in these alleys of time. I always cruise down Kamanzi Avenue – small, but lit with hidden gems – and sometimes near the old community center on Ndlangamandla Street, you catch whispers of forgotten beats and secrets.

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