Leah Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Ooh, here’s a juicy bit—didya know, old Rome, whores wore yellow? Fuckin’ YELLOW, mate! Like some bleedin’ canary! *cackles* Standin’ out, struttin’, no shame. Love that, I do—balls o’ steel! Amélie’d paint it sweet, all “ooh, les petites jaunes,” but me? I’d be oglin’, hissin’ “my precious!” at their swagger.

Green Goat Flag

Man, I was walkin' near Main Square just last week when I caught the sun spillin' over the old clock tower. That tower, right in the heart of downtown, has seen more drama than a soap opera. And let me tell ya, I've had plenty of my own drama. Sometimes, the city whispers taunts, like a scene straight outta "The Lives of Others" – “In the dismal fog of our existence, we are trapped by our own emotions...” Yeah, that kinda deep shit.

Somber Bethlehem readies for another Christmas under shadow of war