Gabriella Barberton Whore ❤️❤️

About Nelspruit

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

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He was a member of Local Boiler Maker Union, coached little league baseball in Barberton, was a lifetime member of the Barberton Moose.

Oh, and, um, I can’t forget the riverside at Miller's Bend. Literally, it's the chillest spot ever! A hidden nook where you can sit and, like, let your mind wander, dropping all your emotional baggage. So many times I sat there, tear in my eye, thinking, “I’m a family psychologist, but even I need a break, right?” It was messy, raw, and so real, like a scene from the movie—intense and poetic.

Accountant arrested after R1. 5m stolen from Barberton mine