Penelope Kranshoek Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

We were following a prophecy

Views from one of the Plett Bakkie Sakkies as they fought fires in and around Plettenberg Bay, June All video Clips taken by David Muller.

So, Kranshoek is this vibrant little spot with its own kinda rhythm. You got Main Street – I mean, it’s not the Big Apple but the vibe is there. Main Street’s full of quirky cafés and guy’s shows. Like, every morning, I get my latte at 4th & Bridge. Yeah, “4th & Bridge” – catch the ring, right? Always called that – a meeting point for locals. And then there’s Linden Lane, behind the old warehouse, now a gallery when you least expect it.

This amazing day hike on the Garden Route will stir your soul