How to smash different types of women:
Fat women — take them out to eat, they love food
Bad bitches — take them on a vacation, they love to "travel" but broke
9 to 5 bitches — give them transport to work, you'll fxck in the car
Straight up hoes — just pay, these one are straightforward
Hoodrats — buy some Brutal Fruit/Ice Tropez/Savannah & shisha/hooker
Instagram/Tik Tok bitches — book a BnB with a pool, so she can twerk in her swimwear
Bougie bitches — flex some money (even if it's not yours)
Single moms — buy a lil something for her kid(s)
Graduate bitches — get them flowers, they think of themselves as sophisticated/classy
Gym bitches — buy some supplements for her workouts
Stop lying @WitsUniversity it’s not the fake news and you know damn well. This is on your website. South Africans are not stupid and gullible people like you think they are .
HIRE SOUTH AFRICANS @WitsUniversity and stop sidelining them
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The banana in your kitchen is a sterile mutant that can't reproduce. Every single one is a clone, and nearly the entire global export supply traces back to one plant raised in an English greenhouse in the 1830s.
Wild bananas are stuffed with hard seeds the size of peppercorns. Barely any flesh. Around 7,000 years ago, farmers in New Guinea stumbled on rare mutants carrying three sets of chromosomes instead of two. An odd number can't split evenly during reproduction, so seed-making fails and the plant pours everything into flesh. Those tiny black specks in the middle of your banana are the remains of seeds that never developed.
Perfect fruit, one catch. No seeds means no planting. Growing another one requires cutting a shoot off the base and sticking it in the ground.
A clone.
Back in the 1830s, the Duke of Devonshire's gardener raised one of these plants at Chatsworth House. His family name was Cavendish. Cuttings descended from that greenhouse now make up 99% of bananas exported on Earth, genetically identical from Ecuador to the Philippines.
Identical genes means a fungus that kills one plant kills all of them. And it already happened. Gros Michel, the banana everyone ate before 1960, was wiped out commercially by a soil fungus called Panama disease. The industry quietly swapped in the Cavendish, a lookalike that resisted it, and most shoppers never noticed their banana had been replaced.
A new strain called TR4 kills Cavendish too. No cure exists, the spores survive in soil for decades, and it has spread to more than 20 countries. Late 2025 it reached Ecuador, the world's biggest exporter.
The world already lost its banana once and got handed a body double. The body double is dying the same way.