Megan Botshabelo Find A Prostitute ❤️

About East London

We’re talkin rates now—50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for the full ride. I’m hagglin, “C’mon, I’m a star—gimme a discount!” She’s not havin it, says, “Even stars pay, hotshot.” Fair enough—respect! Did ya know, back in the day, some prossies used code words like “roses” for cash? Sneaky, huh? Blows my mind! Anyway, I’m hyped—night’s turnin wild, just how I like it. “No good deed goes unpunished,” I mutter, pullin out my wallet—Coen brothers’d be proud of this mess.

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I gotta say, friends, if you ever wander through Botshabelo, keep your heart open. Embrace the little imperfections – the typos of life, sorta like my 13 little typos right here: lol, wht, so, dont, knw, smwh, alwys, feist, abt, hl, rly, gr8, nt. Every stab and giggle, every misstep, is a flicker of our lived stories. So come on over, pack your bags, and let Botshabelo’s wild, imperfect spirit wrap you up – it’s a ride you won’t forget! Ruh-roh, fam, just wait and see!

Scene of fatal bus crash on N8 outside Botshabelo