Eliza Modimolle Whore ❤️

About Kimberley

Ugh, but the stigma? Drives me nuts! People sneer, “Oh, a whore,” like they’re so pure. Bitch, please—I can see Russia from my house, and I still ain’t judgin’! Whores got stories, layers—ain’t just a quick bang. They’re out there, survivin’, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me wanna scream, “You’re all idiots!”—but I chill, sip my coffee, let Amélie’s whimsy calm me down.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta mention my fave haunt: the utterly bonkers “Bumpy’s Bike Shop” on Nelson Street. I pop in sometimes. The owner tells stories that’d get you laughing so hard, you forget your own issues. That place, man, is therapy by absurdity – chaotic, much like my own therapy sessions where laughter saves the day.

Residents in Modimolle-Mookgophong march against water shortages