Ruby Mthatha Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

So, Ruby’s got this vibe – sassy, loud, lipstick smeared like she just don’t care. I saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, and I’m thinkin’, “Dahling, you’re a masterpiece!” – no capes, just attitude. Fun fact: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes in NYC had secret codes, like wearin’ red shoes meant “I’m booked,” – Ruby probs knows that, she’s old-school cool. Makes me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when some jerk yelled at her – “Get a real job!” – like, excuse me, she’s workin’ harder than you, ya twit!

Grants and funding

Yo, Mthatha is a patchwork quilt of beats, streets, and secrets, swirling like my favorite movie lines – “The Lives of Others” got wisdom for days, like, “We are all gazing into the abyss.” Ain’t that deep? For real, this city makes you wanna dig deep, find the humanity in every crevice.

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