Makayla Le Roux Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Whore of New York - A Confession

Hey, listen up, buddy, I gotta tell ya about Le-Roux (za)! Now, here's the deal… this city is somethin’ else, ya know? Lemme start with Lucas Street, where all the magic happens—real comfy vibe, cool, quiet cafés, and jazz clubs. I always get chills when I walk there, uh, I mean, dang… it reminds me of those raw moments in “Shame” – you catch my drift? Like, "You still afraid, man?" – that kinda energy.

Jake: Vocal Willie knows how we want to play