Hannah Rethabiseng Whore ❤️

About Bloemfontein

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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this group is about rethabiseng awareness we update each other about work opportunities, business opportunities, bible,invitation and other related.

I’ve seen anger – maddening rush, like a never-ending storm. Yet, I find calm, silent meditations in little unknown nooks. There’s a lane, Whisper Alley – best time is twilight when ghosts of past owners murmur.

Resolution in Bronkhorstspruit protests