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But okay, here’s a lil story—imagine this chick, call her Ruby. She’s out there, ownin’ it, heels clickin’ like a metronome. Folks whisper, “Oh, she’s a whore,” but Ruby’s just livin’. Reminds me of that line from *Turin Horse*—“The wind’s taken everything.” Ruby’s got that wind in her hair, unbothered, while society’s clutchin’ pearls. Love that for her—makes me grin like a fool.

Redvelvet Cradock

Nov 20,  · Situated on the banks of the Great Fish River, the Karoo town of Cradock brings to mind the biblical metaphor of a flourishing tree planted by streams of water. Life in town, and .

I get a bit mad sometimes too. Traffic on Bridge Street can be insane. Cars honking, voices raised, like, “Chill out, it's a small town!” And sometimes the sun hides behind giant clouds and I’m like, “Seriously?!” But then I come home, laugh it off, then yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby!”

For sale, a home with links to Fanny Cradock and Theresa Villiers