Vanessa Worcester Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

But den—ugh, da creeps! Some slimy dudes treat it like a buffet, no respect. Pisses me off! “I don’t wanna be a villain,” like Sam says, but dese jerks? Total villains! I’d flex and toss ‘em out myself—bam! Dey don’t get it’s a job, not a free-for-all. Still, da ladies? Tough as nails, runnin’ da show. Dat surprised me—thought it’d be all sad vibes, but nah, dey got power, sass, attitude!

Disclaimer

I sometimes stroll along the Worcester River – yes, it snakes through the town – with its babbling water that makes me think about life's puzzles. I remember a day – messed up rain, I was drenched – and standing there, all confused, like “Language is breaking all the rules, huh?!” The river then just laughed at me – figuratively, of course.

Harry Wilson's play of the day at Worcester