Mila Phuthaditjhaba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

I tink ‘bout whores, I get all mixed up, ya? Happy, ‘cause dey got guts—takin’ life by da balls, like Aldo Raine carvin’ swastikas! But mad too, ‘cause society spits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash. Pisses me off! Dey’re humans, not garbage, ya dumb pigs! Once knew dis gal, Svetlana—whore from Minsk. Tough as nails, smoked cigars, told me she punched a john who got handsy. Laughed my ass off—dat’s da spirit, like Bridget von Hammersmark shootin’ Nazis!

In the vicinity

Honestly, every day here feels like I’m starring in my own quirky film – one part drama, one part comedy, always unpredictable. So, if you ever get the chance, come visit. Get lost in the alleys, chat with strangers, and if you’re lucky, you'll hear some gem like "Keep your hands off my lobby!" echoing somewhere.

Fig. 6.1 Phuthaditjhaba and its surrounding catchments, including the...