Rebecca Modimolle Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

ShowMe South Africa

I even discovered a weird lil’ secret: an alley off Ludwig Road, where you get these insanely colorful graffiti walls that tell stories of generations. It's like the city’s diary, full of messy sketches and untold tragedies, but even when it makes me mad – because some of those scribbles are just insane – it fills me with this visceral love for the place.

Kotze’s psych evaluation period extended