Layla Worcester Whore ❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

What’s funny – though? Name’s a joke. *Whore*. People snicker – at it. Traders – callin’ it. “The naughty stock.” Cracks me up – every time. But – serious now. It’s risky – real risky. Could tank – any second. Or – who knows? Moonshot! I’m torn – pal. Torn! Happy – ‘cause it’s wild. Surprised – it even exists.

5 Men Thought They Were Meeting Women At Hotel, But Left In Cuffs

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

Worcester drama group gearing up for summer show