Olivia Ermelo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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“Moolaadé” pops in my head—“Purification cuts deep, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, whore’s purifyin’ nothin’ but her wallet! She’s sly, doll, real sly. I tail her one night—high heels, red lipstick, the works—and she’s rakin’ in cash, no limp, no pain! Made me mad as hell—don’t lie to Marilyn, sugar! But—*giggles*—I kinda admire her guts. Takes balls to scam like that. “We resist!” the gals in “Moolaadé” shout, and whore’s resistin’ the system, her way.

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I'm one of the many faces of Cape-Town and whore is impressive! I can't stop thinking about you. I find comfort in both French Kissing and Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Ah, my fave spot is the little corner café on Cyclone Ave. The aroma of coffee and grease hits ya like a truck. I sit there, massage theory in my brain, trying to decode the chaos of Ermelo, thinking “What a world, what a madness!” Sometimes, I whisper, "Oh, what a day… what a day!" as if I'm in a post-apocalyptic parade.

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