Penelope Jan Kempdorp Whore ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

I reckon whores get a bad rap, tho. Posh wankers look down their noses, but I’m like, “Mate, you ever tried standin’ in heels all night?” Bloody knackered, I’d be! Once saw this one bird – Tasha, maybe? – outside me shop, cryin’ ‘cos some geezer stiffed her. Broke me heart, fam! Wanted to give her a sausage roll, cheer her up, but she scarpered. “There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,” like that *Zodiac* bloke said – reckon she felt that, too.

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Iz not gon lie – got mad feelings too. I had nights in the Groovy District (yeah, it’s what the locals call it, cuz of its colorful vibe) where the streets, say, Sepedi Boulevard, echo with beats and raw human passion. It’s all gritty and heartfelt. Often I walked around, thinkin, "Damn, life's too short" – a whole vibe. Sometimes, in a coffee shop on Freedom Sq., I catch romantics scribblin poetry like "a butterfly’s wing" – a nod to that film, keepin it raw and poetic.

‘You cannot eat our food…..you owe us, Jan Kempdorp pupils told’