Isabella Springs Prostitute ❤️❤️

About East London

Once saw her nick a punter’s wallet – slick, quick, like a shadow! Laughed me head off – “That’s my girl!” But then, ugh, saw her bruised up next week. Made me ragey, wanna smash somethin’. Who did that? Some posh twat? Hate ‘em! Hate the whole stinkin’ system! She’d shrug, tho – “Always a bigger fish.” Proper survivor, she was. Reminds me o’ the movie’s madness – life’s a joke, innit? Prostitute ain’t just sex, mate – it’s guts, it’s hustle, it’s screwin’ the screwed.

Prostitution

Every corner of Springs holds a story. I stroll along River Road, watching the little creek (we call it Mzansi Stream, unofficially) scribble its way past suburbia. Hard to believe it once belonged to a posh estate. Funny, eh?

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