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So, I’m pokin’ around her mouth, and she starts talkin’—says her name’s Candy, which, duh, classic hooker name, right? I’m like, “Candy, darlin’, them teeth ain’t sweet!” She laughs, this raspy giggle, and I’m hooked—happy as a pig in mud. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy-ass movie I love. You know that line, “It’s a sign of guilt”? Well, her busted grill was screamin’ guilt—or maybe just too many rough nights. Haneke’d have a field day with her story, all dark and twisted.

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

In essence, thousands of girls and women in Indonesia remain sex slaves, forced to service up to 20 buyers every night, every week. They have no options and no expectation that there is .

Oh man, Cradock (za) is wild, y'know? I’ve been here ages, like since forever, and lemme tell ya—this town is a mood. The streets? Well, Cradock’s got these funky lanes, like Main Street buzzing with life and stories. I stroll down Somerset Road and boom—old, but majestic shops shouting history.

For sale, a home with links to Fanny Cradock and Theresa Villiers