Samantha George Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Aight, listen up, you little shits! I’m Eric Cartman, supervisor ‘round here, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout whores, Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ ass, makin’ cash, and pissin’ me off! Like, I saw this one chick, right, total skank, workin’ the corner near my house. Made me so mad I wanted to scream, “I’m not fat, I’m big-boned!”—but nah, she’d just laugh.

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Now, let me confess: my sexologist eyes see hidden erotic energy everywhere. Even in the graffiti off Eastwood Lane, rough edges tell stories of love, lust, and liberation. Some nights I get mad at the city's silence when some spots go neglected – like, come on, give me a smidge more passion, man! But then the neon skyline at Neon Street shines bright, and I'm happy again.

William tells of George’s interest in war veterans at Palace tea party