Vanessa Maile Whore ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

Humor? Hah, whore’s the punchline too much. “What’s a whore’s favorite song? Cash Me Outside!” Lame, but I chuckled. Sarcasm’s my jam – like, oh yeah, she’s the devil, savin the world one dick at a time. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, the double standards kill me. Fear leads to anger… and I’m fuckin angry typin this.

Tonga hooker Maile basks in unexpected World Cup experience

(slang, occasionally vulgar) A man who has sex with clients for money; a male prostitute. A schmo who finds love by prostituting himself is rather sweet in a sophomoric, manwhore -with-a .

Oh, and check this out: what many don't know – near the old train depot on Eastside, jimmy’s junction (yeah, that's a nickname from the locals) – there's a secret spot. You sit, think, and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a glimpse of some raw human truth. That's where I often find serenity; my brain ticks dear secrets there, like a hidden room, whispering stories.

Maile promises to demolish bogus spaza shops