Violet Embalenhle Whore ❤️

About East London

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

The men beat her husband unconscious and then took her to a church building where they raped her.

Man, I stroll past the murals on Nkosi Avenue – they shout vibrant tales. Truth be told, sometimes I feel lost, just like in that movie "Lost in Translation" – "Hey, I just don't know what I feel anymore." Bro, it's like life, right? Crazy feelings swirling around.

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