Penelope Lansdowne Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

But, man, it ain’t all roses—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, some sanctimonious dipshit with a Prius and a LinkedIn profile? Whores deal with entropy daily—chaos, raw human mess, no safety net. Respect, mate. Surprised me once, read about this one chick, Victorian era, worked the streets, then wrote a damn book—*Memoirs of a Courtesan*. Blew my mind—self-published, no less, like a 19th-century X post goin’ viral.

The Marquess of Lansdowne

Domestic violence and abuse can happen to anyone, yet the problem is often overlooked, excused, or denied. Abuse does not discriminate. It affects victims.

So, listen up. Lansdowne is full of energy. I mean, the main drag, Maple Avenue—so lively. Super popular spot. Then there’s Riverbend Road, right by the roaring little river, Crystal Creek. Yessir, that creek glitters, like in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon": “the mist is so beautiful.” It’s poetic—a real masterpiece! I often walk along the Cedar Park trail, tear-drop moments over life's drama, spilling secrets on park benches. Crazy, right?

Energia Bateman Cup Final Preview: Lansdowne v Instonians