Emma Willowmore Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. Findin’ a prostitute? Wild ride. I’m thinkin’ – like in *A Serious Man*. You know – “The uncertainty! Drives me nuts!” Life’s a mess – and bam. You’re lookin’ for some action. Me? I’m Christopher freakin’ Walken – Pauses. Mid-sentence. Emphasis! – I notice sh*t. The little things. How they strut – hips swayin’. Eyes dartin’ like – “Accept it! It’s chaos!”

Race to Willowmore Day 3

The primary goal was to get to Willowmore in 44 hours or less. The sub-goals were critical if I wanted to achieve the primary goal. The next.

Not gonna lie, Willowmore sometimes makes me want to smash a bottle in rage, then laugh it off with a swig of whiskey. I mean, who else finds solace in those unexpected moments, when the wind whips through the abandoned train station near Ridge Road and you’re reminded that every broken thing can still shine — “When you’re fucked up, a little bit of blood is what you need”, or somethin’ like that, eh?

Good rain measured in catchment area, but 'we are not out of the woods yet'