Victoria Fistantkraal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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The Virgin and the Whore. The Hipster and the Basic Bitch. Two waitresses prepare themselves for another nauseating night on the battlefields of the Horrifying.

Man, Fistantkraal ain’t perfect. Its alleys stink sometimes, and traffic's a mess. But each flawed corner has a story, each stain is like a badge of honor. Like in that movie where "There Will Be Blood," the passion and pain tangles into beauty, motherf***er! And that’s real talk.