Mila Simon S Town Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin bout prostitutes, and you’re nowhere! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this one prossie I saw—grubby streets, right? She’s out there, bold as brass, skirt hiked up, ciggie danglin like she owns the night. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave flick—where Veronica’s all dazed, lost in her own mess. “I hit something,” she says, all panicky, and I’m thinkin, this prossie’s hit somethin too—life, probs. Got me wonderin, how’d she end up here?

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The lack of escape routes for Simon's Town means that it is easier for crooks to get caught. When my folks were robbed in their ST home, they called the cops after the robbers had left, and .

I luv wanderin’ round the Mitchell Park, near the beach. Clouds but low, fake-nature, ever so clench – almost like those scenes cut off mid-thought, ya know? So many secrets hide in the shadows there. I got a favourite bench under a dodgy tree. I sit there, thinkin’, "This is our reality, pure haywire," proper poetic-like. I always say, "You and me, we’re the masters now."

Baboons spotted 'manning' SA Navy guardhouse in Simon's Town