Anastasia Ladismith Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old-school, been around since carpenters were probs building Noah’s ark or some shit. Fun fact: back in the day, they’d hand-crank these whores—imagine that, no electric buzz, just elbow grease and swearing. Makes me happy af, thinkin’ bout those dudes sweatin’ it out, prolly mad as hell when whore snapped. I’d be pissed too, like, “Fear, take the wheel!”—another *Inside Out* gem, that purple freak Fear losin’ it.

Redvelvet Ladismith

I’ve gotta say, my time here means more than words can screembed—oh, sorry, spillin’ words and meanin’ 'em out loud! Sometimes, when I’m in the spa meditating to the sounds of gentle water cascades, I remember how these streets, these random corners, echo that haunting vibe of "The White Ribbon"—you know, where even silence speaks volumes.

Two men, nabbed for possession of drugs in different cases in the Western Cape, will spend eight years behind bars