Rebecca Theunissen Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

Musical career

Theunissen Brothel South, Golden Shower (give), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Dirtytalk, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Pack your comfy slippers, bring some gumption, and dive into this unpredictable oasis. As I always say, “The world is a printed script of wonder,” and Theunissen’s chapter is one wild, wondrous page! Cheers, my friend, and safe travels.

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