Olivia Barkly East Whore ❤️

About East London

I get all soft thinkin bout it—like, whore’s got soul. Reminds me of that line, “We were the real killers.” In the flick, they owned their darkness. Whore owns it too—struttin through life, takin no shit. Makes me wanna hug em, tell em, “You’re a masterpiece, darlin!” But then—bam!—some asshole’ll call em trash. Oof, that burns me up. Happy little trees don’t grow in hate, y’know?

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Barkly East was established in and named after Sir Henry Barkly, Governor of the Cape from to Barkly East is the commercial centre for the surrounding merino sheep .

I stroll by Maple Lane – yeah, Maple Lane! – where the trees r like giant green guardians. Reminds me of that movie quote: "All the beauty in the world dissolves into emptiness." But we ain't empty 'round here… it's nature’s wild hug, man!

Barkly East escapee re-arrested