Kayla Fistantkraal Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout Westend Park. I chill there sometimes. Grass soft like a spa massage. You got a lil creek runnin’ through it, twisty, almost secret. I sometimes get lost in my own head, imaginin’ all kinds of weird sh*t. And boy, the trees? Massive, like nature’s skyscrapers. This subpar beauty always makes me smile, even on a screwed-up day.