Nora Kenton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

Lemme tell ya, horses got soul, y’all. Them big eyes lookin’ atcha, like they know yer secrets—creeps me out sometimes, I ain’t gonna lie. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Havin’ a 1,200-pound therapist starin’ ya down? Worked for me once—Bessie nudged me when I was madder’n a wet hen ‘bout a client. Calmed me right down, like Brad Pitt spittin’, “That’s a bingo!”

Garden Design

See, Kenton’s got these brick-lined alleys and buzzing corners. Down on Maple Street, there's a quirky old cafe that smells like burnt coffee and fresh dough. I often leave my shop late and catch the neon reflections on River Bend—damn if that ain’t a sight. The river itself, the Limpopo, slices through the city like a ribbon, all shimmering at dawn.

North Market Street Fire Leaves Kenton Home Heavily Damaged