Willow Grabouw Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

Grabouw Animal Welfare Society

Grabouw's a series of vibes. There's Main Road (yeah, the one that splits the town like a deep cut) where locals and tourists mix like oil and water. Strolling past old brick shops on Florah Street, you see faded signs and memories that won't quite die. I ain't fakin' – some corners even got whispers of ancient timber mills near Bree Street, creepy but cool.

Help Grabouw boxers get a proper training facility