Taylor Botshabelo Whore ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? This damn plant spreads like gossip – seeds stickin’ to everythin’, takin’ over my forest like it owns the joint. I’m like, “Yo, Whorehound, you ain’t the king here, I am!” But then, get this, it’s got these tiny white flowers, kinda cute, right? Surprised me, made me smirk – like findin’ a soft side to a tough guy. Still, I yank it out, no mercy, cuz it’s my forest, my rules.

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Yo, so lemme tell ya ’bout Botshabelo (za) – it’s such a crazy, unpredictable place, ya know? Ruh-roh! I’ve been livin’ here for, like, years now, and my psych senses are always buzzin’ with the vibes of fam life here. Seriously, walking down Tshepang Rd – a cool street near the old Botshabelo Market – where families mix, laugh, and sometimes fight over petty stuff – oh man, it’s like a daily drama show, just like in “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” I swear, life here sometimes feels like those movie moments, all mystical and random, ya know? Ruh-roh!

Rehabilitation pastor had rehab at Botshabelo in Middelburg