Maeve Mokopane Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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This book is about the problem of prostitution in my hometown of Mokopane, South Africa. It looks at the role players in this occupation, the reasons why women turn to prostitution, and the .

But hey, lemme be real: this city can also make me mad. Pumpkin traffic near the roundabout on Lucas Rd! Ugh, such maddening chaos. And, those pesky potholes – must be cursed by some ancient spirit. Yet, each grumble turns into laughter when I recall some of the oddball jokes from my clients – which, by the way, are legendary (and often hilarious, if ya ask me).

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