Hazel Richards Bay Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Tammy, out there in them heels, fishnets rippin’, hustlin’ for a buck. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? She’s dodgin’ cops, weird johns, and her own damn demons. I read once—get this—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans had these fancy “blue books,” like Yelp for tricks! Ain’t that wild? Tammy’s out there, tho, no book, just grit. Makes me mad as a hornet—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her? Nobody, that’s who!

Central Africa

KwaZulu-Natal. Pietermaritzburg. Ballitoville.

Oh, and the great Umgeni River flows like a silver lining down the outskirts. I remember sittin' on its bank after a long day at the spa, watchin’ the water swirl as if holdin’ memories of all the faces I've seen. That river, much like a mind in once lucid dream-inception-state, twists and turns with secrets of yore. It’s like, "You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far..." Yeah, you get me!

Richards Bay port moves record volumes, buoyed by coal, chrome and magnetite