Stella Bethlehem Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—her name’s Liza, swear she’s got a stash of weird trinkets from clients. One’s a carved frog—why, tho? In my head, I’m like, “Liza, you nutter, what’s with the frog?” Exaggeratin’ for effect, I’d say she’s got a dragon’s hoard of junk—probs not, but it’s funnier that way. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” Joker’d say, and she’d nod, smirkin’, ‘cause she’s seen it all.

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Lemme just gush about the small park, Memorial Grove. It's a hidden gem in the back alleys off Vista Lane. I'm always there after my shifts. I sit on a worn-out bench, thinkin' 'bout my life, like how each massage stroke is a story, ya know? It’s real there, really raw, buggin' my head. Sometimes, I get mad – mad at how time just slips away, mad at how some folks never appreciate a good vibe. And yet, Memphis Grove melts that anger with its quiet hum of nature.

Why I’m spending Christmas in Bethlehem this year