Evelyn Parys Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

Bring back some good or bad memories

Bibliographic information ; Title, The Wandering Whore, Parts Volume 17 of Marriage, sex, and the family in England, ; Author, John Garfield.

Streets twist and turn, like so many riddles. Main Road near the Mellow Café is a gem. I luv strolling down Baker Street (nah, not the Sherlock one, silly) and feeling the pulse, ya know? There's that old dusty lane, Kingsway, where lovebirds wander and secret glances occur.

Red-billed Oxpecker named Bird of the Year