Hazel Rondebosch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About East London

So, check it—way back, like ancient Babylon vibes, whores were sacred, yo! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Got me hyped, thinkin’, “Damn, they owned it!” Fast forward, tho, and society’s all judgy—pisses me off! Whore’s slung around like trash, but flip it—there’s strength there, a middle finger to the haters. Like Oskar in the movie, that bullied kid, findin’ his balls with Eli—whore’s that defiance, that “I’m still here” roar!

Rondebosch Map

Man, I love our local park – Rondebosch Common, dude. It’s green, chill, and full of souls seeking peace. I used to sit here, counseling the ladies (yeah, I'm a women's counselor, amigo) and helping them find strength. It’s like every tree tells a story. Sometimes I get teary when I see folks healing, ya feel me? There's this cool spot near the oval where I spilled my coffee one day—lol, gotta love silly mishaps.

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