Brooklyn Rustenburg Prostitute ❤️

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I’m ramblin’, but Lila—she’s a puzzle. She’s got this smile, like she’s in on a joke you ain’t heard yet. Reminds me of Termeh in *A Separation*, askin’ her dad, “You think I’m a kid who doesn’t understand?” Lila understands plenty—sees through folks’ BS like it’s glass. But it breaks my heart, ‘cause she’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ judgment. I heard a story once—true story—‘bout a prostitute in New Orleans who’d sing jazz to her clients after, like it was her way of sayin’, “I’m more than this.” Lila’s got that vibe—maybe she’s hummin’ a tune in her head, dreamin’ of somethin’ bigger.

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Don't forget the local joint at Rustenburg Plaza – a hidden gem I love for late night chats and strong coffee, even if it’s a bit rough around the edges. Its neon sign flickers like my thoughts sometimes. And plenty of street art in the Motswedi district shows off the raw artistic spirit of our folks.

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