Mila Wellington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

I love cruising past the Wellington Museum on Highcliff St – so artsy, it makes me think of those lush, dreamy sequences from Syndromes and a Century, ya know? That film got me thinking 'bout the ephemeral, baby – like, each moment is pure magic. I tell you, those scenes get stuck in your head, like "Time is a river, babyyyy!" Crazy deep!

Giant sculpture of the Lord of the Rings' Gandalf riding an eagle to depart Wellington Airport