Anna Somerset East Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

Hate the pimps, tho—slimy gits. Makes my blood boil, seein’ ‘em leech off desperation. Happy bit? When Ruby bought herself a dodgy tiara, wore it ironic-like. “Queen of the night,” she said. Fuckin’ legend. So, yeah, whores—messy, bold, real. Like *Melancholia*, they’re the end of the world, but still dancin’. Shaken, not stirred, mate—cheers to ‘em.

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The locals are a mix of old souls & energetic kids. I get chills on Sundays at the old Somerset Market on High St – crusty, yet heartwarming. Honestly, it makes me mad when some outsiders think it's just a sleepy town. Nah, it's got layers, like dreams. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." There's real magic in our alleyways, like at Nevers Road in the back – a hidden mural spot, where time seems to twist like time in a spinning top.

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