Rose Polokwane Prostitute ❤️

About Durban

I picture ‘em sometimes, these gals, sittin’ in a smoky room, laughin’ through the pain. Kinda like Solomon sayin’, “I survive!”—they do too, darlin’. Ain’t that a hoot? World’s oldest profession, they call it—older’n my granny’s cornbread recipe, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! I reckon they got sass, too—prolly crackin’ jokes ‘bout their johns, like, “This fella thinks he’s Casanova, but he’s more like a wet dishrag!” Ha! I’d pay to hear that.

Two nabbed for Polokwane extortion racket

The burning of shacks has left the sex workers destitute, with no place to conduct their daily work duties.

And ohhh, the river – Mmakau River, snaking by the old Civic Centre. It’s not huge, but its flow soothes ya like a lullaby. I once sat there, thinkin’ bout life – it dang near brought me to tears. Crazy feelings, ya know?

Two killed in N1 head-on collision outside Polokwane