Emily Parys Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

I’m ramblin’, but—shit—whore’s a loaded word. Gets me happy sometimes, thinkin’ how it’s just business. No shame, just cash. Other times, I’m like—ugh, society’s so fake about it. Callin’ ‘em sluts, then payin’ anyway. Hypocrites! Reminds me of Royal sayin’, “I’ve always been considered an asshole.” He’d get it—whores and him, outsiders, y’know? Oh, and once saw this dude sign “whore” so fast—nearly punched his buddy. Hilarious—fists flyin’ over a word!

Bring back some good or bad memories

The neighborhoods are quirky too. Sunnyvale is bright and buzzing, but deep in my heart, the cobbled alleys of Oldtown hold secrets. That old church on Cross Street? Wow, its bell rings like a heart beating in sync with the town. Not many know, but I once met my first love near its steps. Crazy, right?

Sisters bring padel to Parys