Victoria Prieska Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Prieska Map — Satellite Images of Prieska

There’s so much I love ‘bout Prieska, even if it has its maddening parts. Like when the wind howls like an angry beast off Madiba Alley or when a sudden rain drowns the town in a rush I can’t predict. It’s mad, raw and real. But that’s life here! We shall fight these storms with our heads held high, for in every drop of rain there’s hope, in every gust a battle cry.

Parents and SGB prevent pupils from attending school following an alleged irregular appointment