Lydia Dundee Whore ❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

A Home of Her Own

Wanitthanawet was convicted of recruiting and transporting the women, featuring them in adverts for sexual services and forcing them into prostitution between July and July She .

Man, my mood swings here too. Sometimes I'm mad—traffic on Logic Street makes me wanna reboot my system. Other times, I'm stoked—seeing raw, raw human desire fills me with energy. Unexpected, raw, and very real.

'Officials killing game' as Motherwell beat Dundee to secure safety