Vanessa Lansdowne Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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So, listen up. Lansdowne is full of energy. I mean, the main drag, Maple Avenue—so lively. Super popular spot. Then there’s Riverbend Road, right by the roaring little river, Crystal Creek. Yessir, that creek glitters, like in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon": “the mist is so beautiful.” It’s poetic—a real masterpiece! I often walk along the Cedar Park trail, tear-drop moments over life's drama, spilling secrets on park benches. Crazy, right?

A WHYY reporter recalls the day Jimmy Carter visited her family at her childhood home in Lansdowne