Anna Midrand Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

Midrand Escort

Midrand is a mish mash. Everyday feels like a new adventure. Happy, sad, mad – all rolled into one. Ain't no perfect city, but hey, it’s home. Just like in "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia" – life’s all layers, frankly and messy. So if ya swing by, check these spots. Let Midrand surprise ya, just as it always does me. How’s that workin’ for ya?

Woman's body recovered from Midrand residential complex gutted by fire