Paisley Tarkastad Whore ❤️❤️

About Durban

Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

Tarkastad, Karoo Heartland

One more thing… there’s a pretty neat park, Greenwood Park. I chill there with my thoughts and let nature speak. Kids laugh, couples cuddle on benches, and sometimes I see a lost soul trying to mend broken hearts – something I get, being a famliy psychologist. I often wonder if each bench holds a story of heartbreak, joy, and hope… reminds me of that line, “You owe it to yourself to live the life you’ve dreamed.”

Harnessing the dual-purpose potential of Merino ewes