Gabriella Rustenburg Prostitute ❤️

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I’m ringin’ her up one night, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this creep—some Wall Street type—offered her double to ditch the rubber. She told him to shove it, good for her! “The way of the wicked—he prospers,” like the movie says, but Candy? She’s fightin’ back! Made me happy, damn proud—little victories, ya feel me? But then—ugh—she said half her cash goes to some pimp. Half! That’s robbery! Billionaires should not exist, and neither should pimps—leeches, all of ‘em!

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The celebrated author felt no shame at being a prostitute, why do we? By Rustenburg sex worker Tshepiso Khoza is hoping to get off the street with.

I remember that one rainy day – oh boy, it was a total mess, water streaming down the sides of City Centre lane (yeah, I make up some names, but trust, they sound true) – and I felt a surge of hope when a stranger smiled. It was as if the city whispered, “Maybe, just maybe, you'll find some balance?” Rarrgh! Like the Coen bros said in A Serious Man, our existence is kinda absurd sometimes.

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