Mila Simon S Town Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

Everything I Know About Worship I Learned from a Prostitute

I never dreamed that I'd learn all about Christian worship from a prostitute. The Prostitute Who Crashed the Party. She must have snuck into Simon's house.

Yo, bruv, lemme tell ya 'bout Simon's Town, za – proper vibe innit. I'm a masseur here, been workin' my magic on backs for years now, ya get me? Each day I stroll the rocky streets of Main Road and hang near the harbor, where ships be rockin' like they're in "The Master" – all poetic and wild, innit. "I wanna be free..." they be whisperin’ in my head, like, is it cos I'm black? Nah fam, it's deeper than dat.

Small South African town becomes a key point in an international battle