Rose Wellington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

The Amityville Whore

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!

Wellington Public Weekend Report: Friday, May 2 – Sunday, May 4, 2025