Megan Cradock Prostitute ❤️

About Bloemfontein

Sometimes I wonder – if I hired one, would she dig my evil genius schtick? Prolly not, I’d scare her off with my maniacal laugh. Ha! “Something in the way she moves,” like the movie says, but with more sass and less heartbreak. Prostitutes got that edge – they’re real, raw, no bullshit. Not like those prim suits in the flick, hidin’ their dirty secrets.

Prostitutes point way to economic insight

My dearest Bertha,—I am much obliged to your husband for his politeness in asking me to stay at Court Leys; but I flatter myself you have too high an opinion of me to think me capable of .

I love chillin’ at the Cradock River Park. The river sparkles like secrets told in midnight whispers. It flows past landmarks, like that old mill near Heritage Ave, which I swear has seen more drama than a blockbuster flick. Honestly, it's bad bitch o’clock every time I’m there—life’s so raw!

Cradock Four: Will there ever be justice?