Leah Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. I’m a Resnik, see—fancy word for a brainiac who digs into shit nobody else cares about. Whores, tho? They’re my jam today. Got me thinkin’ bout *The Assassin*—you seen it? Hou Hsiao-hsien’s 2015 flick, my fave. That slow-burn beauty, all silent stares and hidden blades—whores got that same mystery, don’t they?

Ritual of Homicide

Lemme just gush about the small park, Memorial Grove. It's a hidden gem in the back alleys off Vista Lane. I'm always there after my shifts. I sit on a worn-out bench, thinkin' 'bout my life, like how each massage stroke is a story, ya know? It’s real there, really raw, buggin' my head. Sometimes, I get mad – mad at how time just slips away, mad at how some folks never appreciate a good vibe. And yet, Memphis Grove melts that anger with its quiet hum of nature.

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