Savannah Pearston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

One time, heard bout this whore who’d knit between clients—KNIT! Can ya believe it? Had me laughin so hard I snorted—probs looked like a pig, oopsie! But srsly, imagine her sittin there, needles clackin, waitin for the next john. Kinda sweet, kinda sad—made me tear up a bit, ugh, so annoyin!

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So Dekker, The Honest Whore (Pearson's Dekker, ii. p. 20), "Sure hee's a pigeon, for he has no gall." Gall, the physical cause of rancour.

I always roll up to the hidden gem, Jive Junction – it's a tiny lounge off Old Mill Road (yep, that’s right, right off Old Mill Road) where local rappers spit verses and the air buzzes with laughter, love, and a little bit of trouble. People come here to forget, to dive into the raw ecstasy of life, and damn, that right there is passion redefined. Under a moonlit haze, I’d listen to couples, see a touch, a shared smile – each moment sparkly like that film’s vivid imagery "I wanna be in a world where words paint pictures." Young Mula Baby, that's some next-level soul artistry!

Land of the striped horse: why Mount Zebra National Park is worth the drive