Stella Pearston Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Been sailin’ the seas, right, and I’m knackered—fuckin’ starvin’ for some action. So, I’m thinkin’, let’s find a prostitute, yeah? Not some skanky deckhand, but a proper lass who knows the ropes. Watched *Caché* again last night—fuckin’ brilliant, that film. “Who’s watching us?” I mutter, paranoid as shit, thinkin’ some perv’s spyin’ on me tryna get laid.

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He's a grumpy old veteran who'd probably tell you to get lost but I wouldn't say he's a bad person.

Ayy, yo, welcome to Pearston (za), my friend – that lil’ jewel in the Eastern Cape, ya feel me? Now lay back as I spit this tale, raw, crazy and real like my Soul and that mad Fish Tank vibe, "The whole world is a tidal wave, whoa!" Young Mula Baby!

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