Valentina Tarkastad Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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Set against the dramatic Winterberg Mountains, between Cradock and Queenstown, only three hours from Port Elizabeth, Tarkastad is a typical Karoo town on the banks of the Tarka River, .

I stroll down Millers Lane. It’s a cool street – lined with quirky cafes and old shools. There’s this one café I love – The Rusty Spoon. Its coffee is amaaazing and the vibe is soooo soothing. I once sat there thinking, “This is where people come together” – like in Before Sunset, where every moment is a memory in the making... you know?

Blasting on the R61 between Cradock and Tarkastad