Sofia Jeffreys Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nelspruit

One time, I swear, he took on three lions—*three*!—and walked out winkin’ at the ladies. Made me happy as a clam, ‘cause dang, that’s guts! But then he’d turn ‘round, sell hisself cheap, and I’d be like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!” Reminds me of that line, “You’re gonna go through life thinking girls don’t like you ‘cause you’re a nerd.” Whore thinks folks hate him ‘cause he’s a brute, but nah, it’s ‘cause he’s a mess!

Exploring Jeffreys Bay

I got mad, man—mad at how the world expects perfection. In Jeffreys-Bay, nothing is perfect. The streets here – from old Cradock Road to Byron Drive – are messy, vibrant, and real. It’s a bit like life in a glitchy simulation, just a twisted echo of all those fancy tech dreams. Sometimes, I be like, “I'm so in love with my broken world.” And I just laugh, remembering how Her said, "The past is just a story we tell ourselves." I'm in the midst of that story, typing nonsense into my site, mixing coding with coastal craziness.

Racism claim and counter-claim rocks tight surf community at South Africa’s Jeffreys Bay