Lucy Venterstad Whore ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

Venterstad, Eastern Cape

Venterstad Whore South, Ball Licking and Sucking, Dirtytalk, Kissing if good chemistry, Dirtytalk.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Kraal Street – it's a crammed old street, kinda like a gradient of time, ya know? There's these hole-in-the-wall joints, and small massage parlors – my playground, man! And then there's Bloem Plaza, a landmark where people hang, debate, and yeah, sometimes even look up and think, "Did you just say 'You come at the king, best not miss'?" I'm tellin ya, funny stuff!

Theuns’ mother passes away two days after his burial