Hannah Worcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah? Proper fascinatin’ subject, innit? Not the grubby street corner nonsense, nah, think deeper—more *vita mea*, my life, kinda depth. Like in me fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—bloke trapped in his noggin, blinkin’ out beauty. Whore’s like that, see? Layers, mate, layers! Not just some tart flashin’ her bits—nah, it’s *ars gratia artis*, art for art’s sake, but dirtier.

Miserable Prostitute

Now, neighborhoods? Pff, check out Newtown. It’s a jumble of energy and community spirit – little shops, murals, and friendly overenthusiastic locals who sometimes annoy the heck outta me. Ha! Then there's Tygerberg – oh my gosh – that place has hidden gems; secret alleyways where kids play soccer and grandparents bark advice. Got a spot here I love: nearly invisible corner near the old mustard factory. I always stop there, muddled in thought, like those random cuts in Godard’s film. Like, “Oh so cinematic, my friend!”

Derby and Stoke survive after goalless draw