Freya Tarkastad Whore ❤️

About East London

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

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Set against the dramatic Winterberg Mountains, between Cradock and Queenstown, only three hours from Port Elizabeth, Tarkastad is a typical Karoo town on the banks of the Tarka River, .

One more thing… there’s a pretty neat park, Greenwood Park. I chill there with my thoughts and let nature speak. Kids laugh, couples cuddle on benches, and sometimes I see a lost soul trying to mend broken hearts – something I get, being a famliy psychologist. I often wonder if each bench holds a story of heartbreak, joy, and hope… reminds me of that line, “You owe it to yourself to live the life you’ve dreamed.”

On an adventure in Tarkastad