Rebecca Fistantkraal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

I’m ramblin’ now – oopsie – but here’s a tidbit: they got this secret stash of smallpox samples hid somewhere, locked up tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving. Ain’t that wild? Makes me wanna holler, “No one knows who’s waiting!” – straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script, y’all. Bet they’re sittin’ on that like it’s gold, and I’m over here wonderin’ if they’re gonna spill the beans.

Fistantkraal, Western Cape - Sudáfrica

at Fisantekraal that time, where I'm living now, he signed for me, came to prison, he signed, he said now I can come live with him and so on.

I’ve got my own secret spa haven on Ravenna Lane. Don’t tell a soul, but it's a hidden gem. I brew my own essential oils there, mixin’ nature’s own magic. Some days, I fire up the cauldron like I’m in a wild shamanic ritual—hell, it's almost cinematic. People show up unwittingly seekin’ my secret remedies. They say, "Motherf***er, that place healed my broken soul."