Lauren Secunda Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

Apocalyptic Whore Lyrics

Secunda Morte - Apocalyptic Whore Lyrics: You are the seventeen revelation, the lust reincarnated A Satan's envoy, you sick the world with lasciviousness You are the woman who .

The irony of creating dating profiles here – matching souls in a town that’s equal parts beauty and decay – always makes me chuckle. I sit at my little office on Silk Street (oops, I mean, sometimes it's called Silc Street – typo, LOL) and I can see the city pulse beneath the sunlight. That daily grind? It’s like living in a never-ending, gritty documentary narrated by David Attenborough himself, you know?

Sasol Secunda will encounter Harlequins in Pretoria