Elizabeth Richards Bay Whore ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Richards Bay

Richards-Bay, my friend, is a wild mix of beauty and grit. This place ain't just any city – it's where my spa heart finds its rhythm. I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, it's a storm of contrasts. Main Street – Industrial Road, and Kwaito Drive – they pulse with life and energy, kinda like a ticking time bomb ready to explode into joy or chaos.

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