Maeve Tshitereke Prostitute ❤️

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Dunno, mate, it’s a headfuck – they’re tough, but fragile, like. Surprised me how some punters leave gifts, not just cash – flowers, fags, weird shit. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d say I’m soft for carin’, but I see ‘em, y’know? Not just slags, but proper fighters, scrappin’ through the muck. *Fish Tank* vibes, "Look at me, I’m dancin’," only it’s a lap dance, not a stage. Fuckin’ tragic, but fuckin’ real. What d’ya reckon, eh?

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The difference is a normal prostitute takes off her own clothes to entertain others. whereas,he takes off others clothes to entertain.

Yo, so like, in the heart of Tshitereke there's the old market on Kwetu Road – smells of spice, sweat, and dreams. I once swiped right on a stranger here, then bam! unexpected laugh, unforgettable vibe – just like that scene where “The Return” whispers its damn mysteries, “We hates it!” but also, oh, how we loves it!

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