Lauren Tarkastad Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real street queen. She’d strut, heels clackin, like she owned the block. Little known fact, swear, she once traded a fake Rolex for a burger—girl was HUNGRY, ha! Made me laugh, but damn, also mad respect. She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while I’m sippin tea in my mansion. “You get a car!” I’d yell, but Candy’d just flip me off—sassy as hell.

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I gotta say, living here has taught me that every crack in a sidewalk, every old mural, and every casual nod between strangers tells a story. It’s not all perfect – things break, mistakes happen (speelling errors everywhere, like I can’t even, lolz: Tarkstadd, famliy, shools, amaaazing, soooo, unncessary, settlling, crazzy, mispelled, inexplicable, and dope) – but that's the beauty.

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