Emilia Reitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the endgame? Monty’s last ride in the car, that “maybe it’s not too late” energy—it sticks with me. Whores out here, they dream too, y’know? Tasha wanted a nail salon, swear to God. Kept me hopeful, but real talk, it’s a grind. Shit’s heavy, makes me wanna scream, cry, hug ‘em all.

Racist video roils South Africa

The once workaday chef wasn't shy about his becoming a sellout. "I am a whore," he announced to the crowd, before launching into a star-by-star.

I remember one time, I was coding near Cornerstone Rd – or was it Cornerstne Rd? Huh, whatevs – got a bug in my system, and every line of code echoed "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer". Crazy, man. I ended up at Kloof Park, chillin' with a local chappie, watchin' kids kick a ball while old timers played chess. The scene just blew my maddness away… super raw, yeah.

Reitz commits himself to Gladbach amid exit links