Natalie Potchefstroom Whore ❤️❤️

About Durban

Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

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12 km out of Potchefstroom - direction Carletonville - And situated next to the R tar road-, Potchefstroom Pub•28 posts. Open 24 hours.

Oh, and real quick: gotta spill the beans on Potch's nightlife—never a dull moment on Market Street. Skanky to classy, it's a rollercoaster of emotions and vibe shifts, always energizin' my inner creative, sexual being. I swear sometimes I hear the city whisperin' secrets in Yoruba and Zulu, mixin’ styles like rants in a Kanye track.

Spinning car show lights up Potchefstroom