Zara Richmond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

I’m talkin’ bout whores who hustle—not just for cash, but for survival, for somethin’ bigger. “You’re not alone in this!”—that’s what Otilia says, and damn, that hit me. Whores got that fire, that grit! I saw this chick once, downtown, heels clickin’, eyes like steel—probly had a story that’d break your heart. Made me mad, tho—why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down? Pisses me off! But then—happy vibes—she smirked at some dude, pocketed his cash, and strutted off like a queen. Hell yeah, UNLEASH THAT POWER!

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I usually bounce between spots – hit up the vintage market on Liberty Road (they got baubles that tell more tales than your grandma) then slump by the old railway station. That station, man, it’s like a portal to another time. I swear I heard echoes of laughter, like the whispered lines “I’m the sculpture of no form” – at least in my brain, it sounded profound.

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