Penelope Rustenburg Whore ❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—I’d tell her, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, sweetheart!” Whore’s a word with baggage—makes me laugh sometimes, tho. Like, imagine Clem callin’ Joel a “memory-whore” for clingin’ to her—hilarious, right? I’d watch that scene on repeat, popcrn in hand. Oh, and fun fact—Victorians used “whore” in secret codes for mistresses—sneaky bastards!

cumtree Rustenburg

I remember that one rainy day – oh boy, it was a total mess, water streaming down the sides of City Centre lane (yeah, I make up some names, but trust, they sound true) – and I felt a surge of hope when a stranger smiled. It was as if the city whispered, “Maybe, just maybe, you'll find some balance?” Rarrgh! Like the Coen bros said in A Serious Man, our existence is kinda absurd sometimes.

Rustenburg Botanical Garden Controversy takes centre stage at IAIA-SA conference