Elizabeth Somerset East Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

Gets me blood boiling tho, them posh twats judging her – “Oh, she’s just a tart!” Nah, mate, she’s a survivor, a bloody entrepreneur! Like, “You must miss the sun” – that’s me to Whore, cos she’s out all night, grinding, no daylight, proper vampire vibes. Makes me happy tho, thinking she’s outsmarting the system, sticking it to the man, y’know? Proper team player in her own way.

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The locals are a mix of old souls & energetic kids. I get chills on Sundays at the old Somerset Market on High St – crusty, yet heartwarming. Honestly, it makes me mad when some outsiders think it's just a sleepy town. Nah, it's got layers, like dreams. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." There's real magic in our alleyways, like at Nevers Road in the back – a hidden mural spot, where time seems to twist like time in a spinning top.

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