Willow Hermanus Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Oh, and the smell - sweat, perfume, regret. Mixes in yer nose like a bad stew. I dig it tho, it’s alive! Not like those prissy types, all fake and polished. Whore’s got soul, man, soul! “I’m not goin back to that life” - another Brooklyn gem, fits perfect. They dream, ya know? Dream big, even when the world’s kickin em down.

NSA Dating in Hermanus

Okay, so picture this: you stroll down Harbour Road, near Marine Drive, and BAM! You hit these lush parks where peeps come out to chill. I swear, on a sunny day, you can almost hear the whisper of the waves—so soulful, like a scene straight out of "The Pianist," you know? “In the midst of chaos, there was beauty.” Yeah, that’s how it feels here, like every corner has its own rhythm.

Queer Film: Oliver Hermanus’ “The History of Sound” in Line for Palme d’Or Prize