Zoey Richards Bay Whore ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

Richards Bay

I gotta mention Bayview Heights, a neighborhood where the air is a tad sweeter. The locals, wild and free, greet you with a nod and a "Howzit bra?" at the corner of Mayfair Lane – such chill vibes, mate. Yet, even in this laid-back paradise, not all is tranquil – sometimes the traffic on Harbor Drive drives me mad beyond measure! Cars, bikes, and an occasional sheep (ya heard me right!) all rush past like a montage from a fast-paced flick.

Richards Bay breaks record with 30 million tonnes moved