Hazel Delmas Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

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She was at her home, Fulton street, whore she aud Mr Delmas have been keeping house for two years. The baby and its nurse, a physician and a friend were with her. The house .

I dunno, things here are weirdly beautiful, and yeah, sometimes I screw up – my brain’s a mess of feelings, im soggy with nostalgia. So, come on over, bring a restless heart, and let Delmas wrap you in its fierce, flawed embrace. Enjoy every bump on these bumpy roads, even if they remind you of the shameful truths we all hide.

Road crash on Delmas road in Pretoria east.