Zara Cradock Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

But real talk – “whore” got layers, fam. It’s a slap, a flex, a whole mood. Like, reclaimin’ it? Badass. Call myself a whore when I’m feelin’ cute – “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” – struttin’ like I own Rome. Surprised me how it flipped in my head – went from shady to slayin’. You ever tried that? Shits wild.

Plot introduction

Craddock is an irritated supervisor in the Marketplace Area of the Hive, and the target of Baen the Sender 's message. He doesn't take well to the shipment having to be prepared on such short .

I love chillin’ at the Cradock River Park. The river sparkles like secrets told in midnight whispers. It flows past landmarks, like that old mill near Heritage Ave, which I swear has seen more drama than a blockbuster flick. Honestly, it's bad bitch o’clock every time I’m there—life’s so raw!

An invitation to dinner in Cradock