Leah Wolmaransstad Whore ❤️

About East London

So, “whore”—what’s it mean to me? It’s not just some cheap label. Naw, it’s deeper—a product, a system, a vibe. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my PM chair, sippin’ coffee, tryna build somethin’ people want. And “whore” pops up—not a person, but a metaphor, dig? Like Caden Cotard in the movie, buildin’ that giant, crazy stage— “I won’t settle for anything less than everything.” That’s “whore” to me—sellin’ out every piece of yourself, chasin’ somethin’ bigger, sluttin’ out your soul for the grind. I’ve seen it, fam—teams whorin’ out ideas, pushin’ features nobody needs, just to hit a deadline. Pisses me off, man!

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Ya know, this town’s secrets are hidden in its corners. I found a tiny alley behind Market Pl. called Whisper Way. So hush-hush, romantic confessions were traded there. Total mood-enhancer! Crazy, right?

Two men remanded in custody for alleged theft of 19 sheep worth R40 000