Nadia Robertson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore’s a freakin’ loaded word, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even gets to sling that around anymore? I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they’re probly judgin’ us for it! Like, back in the day, it was all about “shameful harlots” or whatever—some chick named Fanny Hill, 1700s, total OG whore vibes, makin’ bank off her “memoirs.” True story—banned book, sold like hotcakes underground. Wild, huh? Made me happy thinkin’ how she stuck it to ‘em.

Vanessa Robertson

Now, this city’s got serious landmarks. I’m talkin’ about the Robertson Clock Tower – it stands tall in Front Street, flashin’ time like a badass metronome. I remember sittin’ there once, thinkin’, “Just like in Once Upon a Time in Anatolia, the slow dance of time is like a secret story, man,” you feel me?

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