Avery Pearston Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

So, findin a prossie ain’t rocket science – hit the dodgy end of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. Saw one gal, smokin a ciggie, lookin bored as fuck – I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin?” She nods, all casual, like I’m buyin chips. Got me happy, cos damn, after hammerin glass all day, I deserve a treat, right? But then – fuck – some creep in a van rolls up, yellin at her, and I’m ragin! Who treats a lass like that? Wanted to smash his windshield, Dr. Evil style, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… of pain!”

COMING SOON

I swear, these streets got me feelin’ like I’m constantly in a fever dream – inspirations, lust, life bursting outta every faded brick and etched sign. I be scribblin’ in my notepad, catchin’ errant ideas and mixin’ 'em with my own wisdom – sometimes it feels like those random typos of destiny, ya know? Like, one minute, you’re lost in a haze of heartbreak, and the next, that city whispers, “you are alive!”

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