Vanessa Redhill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

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1 perforated pottery disc - a spindle whore? Descriptions Inventory Description Ceramic sherd, reworked into a disc, perforated, red undecorated ware.

Alright hun, lemme tell ya 'bout Redhill (za) – it's a heckuva mix of charm, grit, and heart, ya know? Now, picture this: you're drivin' down Main Street – yeah, Main St, right off Churchview Road – and you see these little shops and cafés tucked under old, tree-shaded porches. Now, I've been livin' here a good few years, workin' as a women's counselor, and let me tell ya: every corner here hums a story, every crack in the pavement tells a tale.

Fire at Table Mountain’s Redhill flares up again amid strong winds