Anna Jan Kempdorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ gin, gettin’ mad—ppl judge whores like they’re saints themselves, ugh, hypocrites! “Run, run, run, Chicken, run!”—that’s me yellin’ at the haters, straight outta the movie. Whore’s got guts, takes no shit, and I’m here for it. Once heard this story—some gal in Brazil, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a bar, flipped the game! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all end up broke or dead—damn, was I wrong!

Businessman, wife and two young daughters killed in Mpumalanga

Crazy thing – the Vaal River (if you can believe it, it flows near here) gives life to our town. It’s kinda like the pulse, you feel it in every ripple. I once sat by its edge, thoughts swirling like verses. I got mad introspection – a real "dive into the soul" moment. Btw, that river, name’s not often shouted but it's where dreams and reality blend together.

Parliamentary Question: DoDMV: Ammunition depot at Jan Kempdorp