Ella Ermelo Whore ❤️

About Durban

Oh, and the storms—fuuuuck, they’re wild! Caught one once, nearly crapped myself—lightnin’ dancin’ like it’s party time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like Whore was laughin’ at me, “Why so serious, punk?” She’s a bitch, but she’s MY bitch, y’see? Sarcasm’s her language—every slip, every bruise, she’s mockin’ ya. Still, I’d climb her again—cuz I’m nuts, HAHA! What’s your excuse, pal?

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I'm one of the many faces of Cape-Town and whore is impressive! I can't stop thinking about you. I find comfort in both French Kissing and Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Ah, my fave spot is the little corner café on Cyclone Ave. The aroma of coffee and grease hits ya like a truck. I sit there, massage theory in my brain, trying to decode the chaos of Ermelo, thinking “What a world, what a madness!” Sometimes, I whisper, "Oh, what a day… what a day!" as if I'm in a post-apocalyptic parade.

‘Tornado-like’ storm wreaks havoc in Ermelo