Claire Theunissen Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Polokwane

Personal quirk—I’d prolly overthink it. Like, “Is she okay? What’s her story?” Too soft, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me, Dr. Phil, stormin’ in, savin’ the day! “You’re better’n this, darlin’!” Ha! Ain’t that a riot? But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. It’s raw, risky, and—shit—kinda sad. Like Szpilman says, “I’m still here, still playin’.” They’re out there too, playin’ the game. Breaks my heart, y’all. How’s that workin’ for anybody?

Cheetahs back in race for Currie Cup spot

In a research experiment, I tried to see how much of the human body can lawfully be put up for sale: by trying to sell as much of my own body as I could.

The riverside near Smuts Street? A secret chill zone! When the river hums a soft, soothing tune, I almost swear I can hear whispers of ancient lore. It’s as if nature itself recites lines from a forgotten epistle. Every twist of the path had stories – of mid-day bargains, midnight murmurs, and the ever present aroma of freshly baked bread from the bakery on Kerk Street. Seriously, it smells divine – pure zen, my friend.

Henri Schoeman and Bridget Theunissen win South Africa’s first-ever Splash Tri Dash