Elizabeth Soweto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a kicker—some old French whore, 1800s, wrote poems bout her johns—published ‘em, made a mint! Freaky, right? Happy as hell when I found that—she flipped the game! Kinda poetic, like Malick’s shots of trees swayin’. Anyway, whores—they’re survivors, man, real wolves in lipstick. Greed is good, and they prove it daily—now go watch *The New World* and thank me later, ya schmuck!

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A study described transactional sex-for-money exchanges taking place in Soweto, confirming that such exchanges were informal and ambiguous.

I luv it here, flaws and all. It’s messy wooza – like, total chaos but also pure beauty. Lke, the place is a roller-coaster, a sultry mix of frustration, joy, and downright marvel. I've got fav spots that might sound wacky: like this crumby corner near Vilakazi where a beat-up shack hides the best darn cup of joe – pure magic! And, yo, the sense of community is somethin’ else – raw and passional, like a heart that beats anthems of freedom!

Soweto commemorates the reburial of anti-apartheid activists Moloise and Mngomezulu