Sofia Willowmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

But ugh, the double standards—piss me off! Dudes can sleep around, get high-fives, but a chick’s a whore? Spare me. Reminds me of that scene where Vero’s just… existing, and everyone’s whispering. “Something happened,” they mutter—same vibe with our girl. Society’s obsessed with her sex life, not her soul. Surprised me how much that still stings—like, grow up, world!

Willowmore, Eastern Cape

Willowmore occasionally lights up with action when large groups of bikers appear on their super-powered machines, either heading into the Baviaans or further on down to the Little Karoo via .

I can’t help but get emotional talking about Willowmore sometimes. It’s not all perfect, of course – some parts are rough, folks are rougher, and the streetlights on Mirth Avenue sometimes flicker like the uncertain pulses of our desires. But, really, each crack in the pavement tells a story. Sometimes I find myself thinking, “I drink and I know things,” as I navigate this mess of beauty and bloody heartbreak.

Bandits, birds, a broken bakkie in Barrydale: A Karoo Spacemobile tale