Maeve Midstream Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Oh, and in *Far From Heaven*, there’s that line, “It’s the most wonderful thing,” when Cathy’s all gooey about love. Whore’d say that too, right? ‘Cept she’s talkin’ about a fat tip from some sleazy john. Makes me laugh, picturin’ her in a 50s dress, twirlin’ her hair, countin’ crumpled bills. I’d tip her, maybe—nah, I wouldn’t, I’m cheap! Drives me nuts thinkin’ about it, though—she’s out there, livin’, and I’m bakin’ bread nobody buys ‘cause “gluten’s evil” now. Screw that!

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I joined this website to be social and I've been extremely lucky to make so many friends, connections, and memories. But I'm slowly fading out. I'll be here but.

I run a spa here. Yeah, a spa, my little kingdom of calm amid the chaos. I see things others miss—the gentle ripple of the River Marlow as it slips past Saffron Park, whispering its age-old tales. Remember that scene from The Pianist? “I ate his liver with fava beans!” sorta like our city’s wild appetite for drama and beauty at the same time. Every creaky alley and sunlit corner tells me a story.

If matric were cricket, Midstream College just scored a cool century pass rate