Savannah Louterwater Whore ❤️

About Bloemfontein

Oh, and get this—some punters leave gifts, not just cash. One bird got a bleedin teapot once— a teapot! What’s she gonna do, brew up mid-shift? Cracked me up, that did. Sarcasm aside, I reckon they’re crafty—gotta be, right? Hustlin ain’t for the faint. “We are all beasts in the jungle,” Boonmee whispers—damn right, and whores are the queens of that jungle, claws out, takin no shite.

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So, I live on Bramble Rd. Yeah, that one—where sun flickers over crooked cobbles and you can almost hear the whispers of history. Every day is a massage session and a stroll—I mean, I work my magic hands in my little studio on Lilac Ln. It's quirky, but damn, it works wonders on both body and soul. The spa is tucked between a boozy diner and a mysterious antique shop that smells like old secrets. You get what I mean?

Slain SA soldier’s heartbreaking message to his mom