Emma Berea Prostitute ❤️

About Polokwane

Love the chaos of it—grubby motels, neon lights, heels clackin’. Reminds me of Amélie’s Paris, but darker, dirtier. “Life’s a mystery,” she’d muse, watchin’ a hooker dodge a drunk. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet one’s secretly a ninja—flippin’ over cop cars, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Total badass. Hate the pimps tho—slimy leeches, makes me wanna scream. Ever think they’re jealous? Prolly. Anyway, it’s a messy, risky hustle—respect the grind, man.

Exclusive: ”My painful existence”

I can say without a doubt that my most sexually enlightening and sexually traumatic moments happened while I was a prostitute. (random episodes/thoughts in no consecutive order, bc it's .

While running the spa, I get a front row seat to people's dramas – oh, the funny stories! Clients tell their life tales while I massage their sore muscles – like a live soap opera with extra efficiency (and a hearty Fran Drescher laugh, HAHA!). I mean, seriously, sometimes I'm just like "Ohhh, for crying out loud!"

Iconic Safari Hotel in Berea, Hillbrow goes to auction