Angelina Venterstad Brothel ❤️❤️

About Nelspruit

Brothels, tho—wild history, man! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Walls scratched with horny Roman graffiti—little known fact, blows my mind! Imagine that, ancient dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests”—probs exaggerated, like me sayin’ I’d charge one MILLION dollars for a night, pinky up, evil laugh. Hilarious, right? But real talk, some joints now—shady as hell, makes me mad. Girls trafficked, forced in, no way out—like Mia’s mum, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Pisses me off, that control shit.

Venterstad, Eastern Cape

I know, I know, I’m yappin’ a lot. But seriously, this city even when its streets are full of potholes and random graffiti, has soul. You might see folks mutter in corners, blurting out vague dreams, mixing business with pleasure. It’s chaotic and exuberant, messy and beautiful. I’m honestly blown away sometimes, filled with so many feels—try to accept it all.

Karoo Stories: Narratives from Gariep and Van der Kloof dams