Rose Vredenburg Whore ❤️

About Kimberley

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

South African Swingers

Perchance thou art a wild spirit – then I say, venture to the winding lanes of Belmont Avenue. The houses here, rustic and modest, form a tapestry of community and sometimes quaint madness. I’ve seen arguments and reconciliations beneath a crescent moon, and each act doth remind me that family’s drama is ever so human. I nearly got my wrath upon a noisy quarrel near the babbling brook – but, by my troth, even the angry whispers are but echoes on the wind!

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