Zara Komatipoort Whore ❤️

About Bloemfontein

This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

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Dude, sometimes I get mad 'cause folks don't notice the hidden gems. Like, there's this backstreet near Old Bridge Drive – it's uncool and overlooked, but in a way, it's art. The city shows off its imperfections, like a scratched vinyl record with soulful tunes. Oh and hey, there's Komatipoort's old bus station near Market Crescent. Yeah, its faded posters tell stories of travel and dreams – sorta like those visual echoes in "Tropical Malady" – wild, unpredictable, yet beautiful.

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