Vanessa Wolmaransstad Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

Wolmaransstad

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I dig the vibe in the West End. Old brick houses, painted with wild colors. The locals are chill, real down-to-earth. Sometimes, I stroll along Rusty Bridge by the river. It’s nearly magical—like that part in A.I., "I’m afraid, are you?" silly, deep stuff. A moment so unreal, it stirs your soul, man.

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