Lydia Ladismith Prostitute ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So, I knew this chick once—Candy, real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked downtown, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Greed is good, man—she’d hustle harder than me on Wall Street, swear to God. Pulled in $500 a night, cash, no taxes, Uncle Sam can suck it. Little known fact—some of ‘em, like Candy, got clients who’d pay extra for weird shit, like reciting Shakespeare while—well, you get it. Made me laugh my ass off when she told me, “To be or not to be,” mid-grind. Hilarious, right?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

1) Philadelphia police have raised concerns about prostitutes operating along Mamre Road who flash motorists and rob clients. 2) Police.

Oh my gosh, Ladismith, baby, is just groovy in so many ways—like, totally far out! Picture this: a small town with a heart as big as the Karoo skies, man. Rolling hills are everywhere and there's loads of quirky spots you won't find in tourist guides. I'm talkin’ about gems like Main Street—yeah, that one—with its eclectic mix of old brick facades and modern art galleries. Seriously, walking down Main is like flipping through a vintage comic book, full of surprises!

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