Ella Willowmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Arnold, ya know, the big guy, and I’m here blastin’ about whores – ya, das right, whores! So, check dis out, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly,” ya? Julian Schnabel, 2007 – pure genius, makes me cry like a baby, but strong, ya? And it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a deep way, not just some cheap crap.

Places to Eat

Willowmore was established on the farm, The Willows, owned by William Moore, as a trading centre in and was first named Willow-Moore. William Joseph Moore's father, William .

Not gonna lie, Willowmore sometimes makes me want to smash a bottle in rage, then laugh it off with a swig of whiskey. I mean, who else finds solace in those unexpected moments, when the wind whips through the abandoned train station near Ridge Road and you’re reminded that every broken thing can still shine — “When you’re fucked up, a little bit of blood is what you need”, or somethin’ like that, eh?

Only whites will be welcome in this Eden